itwasDecemberandwinterhadarrived
It
was
December
and
winter
had
arrived,
the
weather
got
cold
and
it
snowed
heavily.
Jim,
an
eight-year-oldboy,lookedworried.Theroomswerewarm,buthewantedtogoout.Helikedto
playfootball,butthesnowwasthickoutside.He
stoodbythewindowanddidn‟tknowhowto
spend
the
Saturday.
He
brought
out
some
picture
books,
but
didn‟t
think
them
interesting.
He
turnedontheTVsetandsawsomechildrenskatingonlake.
“Whynotskateinalakeonalake,too?”theboyaidtohi
mself.Thenheputonhicoatand
puthisiceskates()inabagandwentout.“Whereareyougoing,Brother?”askedhissister,Kate.
“Tothelake,”answeredtheboy.“I‟mgoingtoskatethere.”
“I‟dliketoskatewithyou,too.”
“No,you‟retooyoung.Youmuststayathome.”Withthesewords,theboyleft.
Half
an
hour
later
Mrs.
King,
their
mother,
came
back
with
a
bag
full
of
vegetables.
She
broughtoutsomefruitandgavesometoKate,butshedidn‟tseeJim.
“Where„syourbrother,Kate?”askedthe
woman.
“He‟sskatingonthelake.”
“Oh,dear!Theiceistoothintoskateon,”calledoutthewoman.
“Thenmaybeheisswimminginthelakenow!”
