Zoe and her brother, Zack, both loved to climb trees. In their back garden grew five huge oak trees with a lot of branches and leaves. They would have races to see who could climb the highest in the shortest amount of time. Sometimes Zoe won and other times Zack won. One of the trees had several low branches. Zoe and Zack's dad made a swing for them. He used an old tire and some rope. Zoe pushed Zack in it and Zack pushed Zoe. They both went high and had a lot of fun.

One morning both Zoe and Zack didn't feel like climbing the trees. They didn't want to swing either.  Zoe was content sitting at the bottom of the tree watching the snails and ants.

Zack didn't know what to do with himself. Out of boredom, he climbed the oak tree with low branches and sat on one, swinging his legs back and forth. When Zoe jumped up unexpectedly, she scared Zack. He fell forward, but caught himself by his legs. "Hey, I'm swinging like a monkey."

"Zack, you get down. You'll fall and hurt yourself." Zoe stomped her foot. "Get down right now."

"No. I'm having fun." He swung his legs. "Whee! This is so much fun. Come up and swing with me." Zack giggled.

Zoe wouldn't budge. She ran to the house to tattle on Zack.

Zack hooked his legs and swung his arms. His hair hung in his eyes. "Whee! Whee!" He swung a bit too hard and his legs came loose and he fell to the ground, landing on his bottom. "Ouch!"

Just then his mom and Zoe came out of the house. "See, I told you he'd fall." Zoe stuck out her tongue at Zack.

"Zack, don't do that again. If you want to climb the trees, go ahead, but be careful, but swinging by your legs is not safe. You're not a monkey." Zack's mom hugged him and then went back inside.

Zack and Zoe decided to play on the tire swing for the rest of the day.