Pip has a little wooden boat. Pip loves it best of all.
Pip: “It’s mine.”
Bramble said softly, “It is yours. Nobody will take it away.”
Pip and Bramble walked down to the stream.
Hazel: “Hello Pip! We can take turns. First one, then the other.”
Pip: “Turns?”
Old Oakley the owl waited on a low branch.
Old Oakley: “Turns means the boat comes back to you. You can say, “my turn next.”
Pip: “My turn next.”
Old Oakley: “That’s it, little one. And you do not have to share today if you don’t want to.”
A small otter looked at the boat. Pip held it tight, then thought for a moment.
Pip: “You can sail it. My turn next.”
The boat went bobbing along, and it came back, just like Old Oakley said.
Pip and the otter sailed the boat until the sun went orange.
Pip: “That was fun.”
Pip walked home with the little boat and a sleepy smile.