The other day has become a bedtime story that was repeated by both T and his dad for the past couple of nights.
There were once four boys who played outside for a long time. They biked. They dug out a road. They played pirates. When it was dinner both families ate outside. You could hear the happy voices from each yard. Our family ate really good food. After dinner S and T went fishing with sticks and string over the pond (which is just our hillside). They caught lots of salmon and S cooked them. Their friends joined them.
Then a big black cloud came overhead. It got suddenly cold. The wind began to blow and snow began to fall (really flower petals from the cherry and plum trees). The boys chased the flakes and tried to catch them. J and T caught the most. They were fast. Everyone laughed and smiled. Then it was time to go into the house. It had started to rain big cold wet drops. We watched out the door as rain and hail fell down.
After it rained T went out to investigate the cold soaking grass the hail that had lingered and where water had collected. A crow called then mom called, "time for bed." Everyone put on pajamas and snuggled up for bed.
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