Dear Oak,
I looked behind the pole. You’d hidden there earlier. I looked behind the tires. You’d hidden there too. I looked behind the tree, in the airplane, and in the house. Where were you? Someone pointed at the slide.
There wasn’t anyone on the slide. Then one person popped out from under the slide. Then another and another and another. One person was still missing. Where could they be?
Love,
Teacher Michelle
P.S. It was so nice to see you after three weeks that I forgot to write down our morning news. Whoops!