Page 13 - Spider Magazine for Kids (January 2020)

they had a ramp. It ran from the back porch as Paul trudged back

tiptop of the sledding hill, past the up the slope.

pine trees, and down to the middle I I I

of the backyard. When the last of the daylight

Paul held the sled in place. finally faded away, the cardboard

Tucker carefully climbed on, gripped was dirty, crumpled, and ripped

the steering rope, and moved his feet from the boys’ many trips down it.

into position. Paul placed his hands But Tucker didn’t mind. He lay

on Tucker’s back. Tucker took a back in his sled and gazed up at the

deep, frosty breath and waited. darkening sky. Then he stuck out

his tongue to catch the first thick,
“Ready . . . set . . . blastoff!” Paul white flake swirling down from G

called out as he pushed Tucker down

the hill. above. And he smiled. G

“Whooooo!” Tucker screamed as

the sled raced down the slope, faster I

and faster. It came to a sudden stop

in the crunchy grass. Tucker flew
G
through the air and landed in a

giggly heap. He jumped to his

feet and raced back up the hill
G G
with his sled.

“That was so cool!” Tucker H

collapsed next to Paul, grinning

and breathless. “Your turn!”

Paul grabbed the sled and sped off

down the hill, laughing and yelling.
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“Hey, Tuck! Great sledding hill. I I

I want a turn!” Dad waved from the

C’mon, Miro, plenty of

shroom for you.
Zat pun eez not
even zlightly funny,

Monsieur.

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