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 Molly was having a bad day. When she
got out of bed, she stepped on her favorite doll and broke her head off.
When she went into the bathroom to brush her teeth, she dropped the lid to
the toothpaste. It rolled onto the floor. She couldn’t find it anywhere,
even though she crawled around on her hands and knees looking for it.
She dropped her breakfast plate on
the kitchen floor. The scrambled eggs splattered all over the refrigerator
and one of her pancakes flew up to the ceiling and didn’t fall back down.
It stuck there with the sticky syrup dripping down onto the floor.
At school her pencil broke in half.
She tripped at recess and skinned her knee and Billy McKeon put a
grasshopper on top of her head.
"I’m having a bad day," she cried,
throwing herself on her bed.
"What’s the matter, Molly?" her mum
asked. "You’ve only been home from school for five minutes."
Molly couldn’t stop crying long
enough to tell her mum.
"I know what will make you happy.
Come with me," her mum said. They walked down the street to the park. Mum
pushed Molly on the swings.
"Wheee! This is fun," Molly giggled.
They took their shoes off and played
in the stream, took turns sliding down the slippery slide, and chased
butterflies. Both of them ate a strawberry-banana-chocolate-bubble gum ice
cream cone. It dripped from their chins on to their clothes, but Mum
didn’t mind. Hers was messy too.
"This is for you," her mum said,
handing Molly a pretty purple flower with big petals. "Do you feel better
now?"
"Yes, Mum," Molly smiled. She
slipped her hand into her mum’s and they skipped all they way home. |
