Today,Iwenttoclimbamountain,andIbringbackalittlewatermelon.
Whenwegottoit,Ilookedup.It’snotreallytallwhenIlookedatit.Wekeepclimbing.Iwasalittlebitoftiredwhenwesitdownandhaveapicnic,butwekeptongoing.
“Hey!Doyouknowwheretogotothewatermelonfield?”Amanaskedwhenhepassedus.
“Watermelonfield?”Ithought.Andthen,Isaidtomygrandpa,“Let’sgoandseethewatermelonfield.”
“OK,”saidgrandpa,andwestartedoff.
Whew!Climbingupthemountainreallyishardwork.Myfeetarestartingtosore.ButatleastIsawmanywildflowers,andIblewadandelion,too.
Whenwearrivedatthewatermelonfield,manybigwatermelonsaregone.Onlysomesmallonesareleft.Ipickupone.
“Thisoneislight,”Isaid.“Icanholditupwithonehand.”
“Thisoneismuchsmaller,”Iheardgrandpasay.Iturnedback,grandpawasholdingonethatisalmostasbigashishand.
WethoughtforawhileanddecidedthatwewilltakeithomeandIcanplaywithit.EventhroughisabitheavyandIhavetobecareful,butaslongasifIwon’tbreakit.
Icarrythewatermelondownthehill.Whenwegotbackhome,thewatermelonwasstillOK!Icanplaywithitnow.
IfeelhappythatIcanplaywiththiswatermelon.ButwhenIdidn’twanttoplaywithit,wecaneatitbymakingitintoavegetable.Ifwecan,Ijustcouldn’twait…foralittlebit.