The Adventure of the Bouncing Ball
Tommy had a favorite red ball. It was smooth, shiny, and bounced higher than any other ball he had ever owned. He took it everywhere—to the park, to school, and even to bed, where he kept it right beside his pillow.
One bright afternoon, Tommy ran outside to play with his ball. He threw it high into the air and caught it again and again. But then, on one particularly big throw, a strong gust of wind carried the ball away!
“Oh no!” Tommy cried as he watched the ball bounce down the street. Without thinking, he dashed after it.
The ball bounced once… twice… and then rolled right into Mr. Jenkins’ garden!
Tommy peeked through the fence. Mr. Jenkins was an old man who rarely smiled, and his garden was filled with beautiful flowers. Tommy knew he had to be very careful.
As he tiptoed inside, he saw the ball resting under a bush. But just as he reached for it—BARK!
Out of nowhere, Mr. Jenkins’ tiny dog, Scruffy, came running toward him!
Tommy froze. Would Scruffy let him take the ball?
To his surprise, Scruffy grabbed the ball in his mouth and wagged his tail. Then, with a playful bark, he dropped it at Tommy’s feet.
“You want to play?” Tommy asked.
Scruffy barked again, hopping excitedly.
Tommy laughed and tossed the ball gently. Scruffy ran after it, catching it mid-air.
At that moment, Mr. Jenkins stepped outside. Tommy gulped.
“What’s all this racket?” Mr. Jenkins grumbled. But when he saw Scruffy happily playing, his face softened. “Huh. That little rascal never plays with anyone.”
Tommy hesitated. “I-I lost my ball, and Scruffy found it.”
Mr. Jenkins looked at Scruffy wagging his tail and then at Tommy. Finally, he chuckled. “Well, seems like Scruffy likes you. Why don’t you two play together?”
From that day on, Tommy and Scruffy became the best of friends. Every afternoon, they played with the red ball in Mr. Jenkins’ garden, filling the air with laughter and joy.
And to think—it all started with one bouncing ball!
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