Just a Day at the Pond
I went to Grandma and Grandpa’s to spend a day at the pond. Little Sister came, too. Mom and Dad were going shopping. They would pick us up later.
Little Sister went with Grandma to make a picnic lunch.
I went to the shed to pick out some fishing poles with Grandpa.
Grandpa put a wagon on the big tractor for us to ride to the pond. I drove, but not by myself.
We picked a great picnic spot. Little Sister wanted to go swimming, but I wanted to go fishing first.
I put a worm on the hook. It was slimy.
I waited and waited for a fish to bite my worm.
Suddenly…
…something was tugging on my fishing line. It was pulling me into the water.
“Help, Grandpa,” I yelled.
Then the line broke. I thought it was a shark, but it was just a turtle.
Little Sister was swimming with Grandma. “Teach me to swim, Grandpa,” I said.
I ran to the waters edge, but then I changed my mind.
I wanted to catch frogs instead.
I found a bunch of frogs.
I snuck up on them very quietly.
But the frogs were too fast.
I was all muddy.
Grandma had to pour a million buckets of water over me.
“Oh, look!” she said. “Little Sister is swimming so well with Grandpa.”
I could swim if I wanted to, but I decided to explore instead. I found a good hiking stick.
I found a hole in the ground. I stuck my hiking stick into it. Something made a buzzing sound.
It was ground bees. I ran as fast as I could.
Grandpa came and got me. We jumped into the pond and the bees went away.
I was floating. I kicked my feet…
…and paddled my arms as fast as I could. I was swimming with Grandpa.
I swam with Grandma and Little Sister, too.
“Wow, Grandpa,” I said. “I guess I can swim after all.”