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."
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.