He Climbs Trees
“It’s time to go to bed,” Danny’s mom said. “But I’m not sleepy,” Danny complained. He wasn’t sleepy because he had taken a nap before dinner. He had slept for almost one hour. Before his nap, he was in the park. He liked to go to the park. The park was full of trees. He loved to climb the trees. His mom told him not to climb the trees. He might fall and hurt himself. He didn’t obey his mom. It was fun to climb trees. It was fun to climb higher and higher. It was fun to be taller than adults. It was fun to look down on the adults. One time he found a bird’s nest. It was empty. He would visit it again in the springtime. Maybe baby birds would be in the nest. Danny always went to the park after school. The trees in the park were like a second home to him. His mom said that maybe he was a part monkey. He kissed his mom and said good night. Once in bed, he counted trees so that he could go to sleep.