Dear Wilder Fridays,
We crossed over the long bridge. Clip clop clip. Geese flew through the air honking their hellos. Geese swam in pairs on the water. Clip clop clip. We reached the bench island at the end of the bridge and discovered that it was a goose toilet. We were all glad we were wearing our rubber boots.
Someone asked if they could run. I started to run in answer, and a few of you ran with me. The clip clops were loud and fast as we ran. You discovered the pebbles on the mainland. You had an idea. Pebbles rained over the railing, plop plip plop, into the water below. Little round waves rippled out from all the pebbles.
A few of us were seeing if we could find larger stones and throw them across the water to reach the nearest grass island. You said that I had a static rock and that I needed a dynamic rock like yours. My rock was smooth. Your rock had a jagged edge.
Love,
Teacher Michelle