"Go away, Michael. Youíre too
small!" shouted Kevin, his older brother. The bright colored ball flew
through the air as Kevin, and his friend Douglas, tossed it back and
forth. Michael ran after it every time one of the boys dropped it.
"Michael, put the ball down and go away. Why donít you play with your
bucket and shovel and make a sandcastle." Kevin pulled the beach ball out
of Michaelís arms.
Michael fell to the ground and
started to cry. His mum picked him up and carried him down to the beach.
"Letís build a big sandcastle," she smiled and filled the bucket up with
golden sand. Michael had fun with his mum, but kept looking over at Kevin
and Douglas and the beach ball.
After lunch, Dad, Kevin, and Douglas
went swimming. Michael watched the waves slosh over the top of them. Just
then he spotted the beach ball. It was sitting in the grass. He toddled
over to it and picked it up. It was almost as big as he was. It was red,
green, yellow, blue, orange, purple and yellow. He rolled around on it,
giggling with delight. It was soft and squishy and a lot of fun to play
with. Finally Michael was happy. He was able to have a turn with the ball!