Just Critters Who Care

Just Critters Who Care

I play ball at Tiger’s house. I hit the ball very hard. The ball flies next door.

Uh-oh! The ball is in the spooky yard. Maybe a monster lives there.

I am brave. I will get the ball. I run. I trip and fall.

A little old bunny hands me our ball. “ Thanks you, ” I say.

“ Tiger, there’s no monster there, ” I say. I ask my dad why it looks so spooky at the old bunny’s house.