Our Lady Of The Driftwood

I had a visitation last night. A Nun appeared on the beach. She seemed mildly surprised to have fetched up in my cove, but was otherwise calm and virtually motionless. Although, from her deportment and her apparel I took her to be of a rather absent minded disposition. Maybe she thought the island was uninhabited and had dressed to match.

I went down to the cove to invite her back for some light refreshment and possibly a song round the campfire, but when I got close she'd transformed herself into a pile of driftwood and two old coconut husks. I shall keep this in close sight to upbraid her on her return. Playing such silly games on castaways is really below her vocation