The afternoon began with me just sitting on the porch alone.

But it ended really good because I got to go for a long walk in the city . . . .

where I met Mr. Frog by the lake. He told me there was nothing better than reading a good book.

Chasing ducks and stuff could not compare to this.

Before I knew it, we had walked over to the library, and he had opened a big book and began to read and read and read. He was right. It was the best fun. The end. (For now)