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Polly stepped back as she was Do you help your friends?

puzzled. It took her long to
understand. “I am soooooo sorry
you are feeling the pain,” the
slide heard Polly’s small mouth

speak. Her tiny hand gently
patted the aching slide. “There
must be something I can do,”
Polly thought. She wanted to take

help of her mother, but mother
won’t believe her. A speaking
slide! Who would believe her?

As she returned to the slide,
Polly saw two workmen painting
one of the park’s benches. Polly

saw the green paint go on the
arm and cover the wood. People
will have to wait for a couple of
days to sit on it.

Suddenly, her face lit up. She
raced to her bicycle, “I’ve got it,”

she yelled. She grabbed her blue
bag and sifted through it.
scribble : to write carelessly
Polly pulled out a big, fat red crayon. She
then snatched up a yellow sheet of drawing paper. She knelt and scribbled something on the
paper. She then pulled out a tape from her bag and then she tucked and taped and finished.

“There” she said, as she stepped back to see her work. “Not too bad!”

“This will work!” Polly felt warm and good inside like she felt when her mother hugged her.
Soon, mother and daughter left the park. They passed a bench where a mother sat

holding her young son. The little boy seemed very sad. He asked his mother, “But Mummy,
why can’t I go on the slide?”

Polly heard his mother’s answer, “You must stay off the slide for a few days, Honey, the
sign says “WET PAINT.”

Polly smiled her biggest smile and hugged her mother tightly.

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