“When Richard arrived at his bus stop, the bus driver let him off and he waved energetically at all the kids in the window as the bus went by. Then, he carefully checked for cars before crossing the street. When he saw no cars approaching, he ran across the street to his house, where his mother was waiting at the door for him. Gold and bronze leaves were blowing all around him. When he arrived in the yard, he stepped on a giant brown leaf from an oak tree. He reached down to pick it up to bring to his room.
“Hi, Mom, guess what?” says Richard.
“What?” says Mom, not looking up from her yard work.
“They are giving piano lessons after school. Can I sign up?” asks Richard.
“Did they give you the papers about this? I need to read the papers first. It all depends on what day they are offering the lessons. Carey has Girl Scouts on Tuesdays, and Ryan has baseball on Thursdays,” says Mom.
Richard reached into his backpack for the papers, but could not remember where he had placed them. He went inside and then emptied the entire contents of his backpack on the kitchen floor. “Richard!” scolded his mother who followed him into the house. “What are you doing? Look at all that stuff all over my kitchen floor! Please pick it up now and put it away.”
“Oh, here it is!” cheerfully chided Richard, getting to his feet after being on his hands and knees. “Here is the flyer and the permission slip. Andy and I want to take it together. Do you think we can practice at Grandma’s?”
“Whoa, wait a minute!” said Mom, “I have to look at the schedule first, and then I will let you know if we can fit it in. What about your flute lessons? I would have to check with Grandma first about using the piano. She may have other plans. Besides, I don’t know if the piano is working.”
“I can still play the flute, but I want to learn how to play the piano. I can do both,” said Richard, pleadingly, with his hands together as if praying.
“Well I sure hope so. Is there a cost?” asked Mom.
“No, after school activities are free. I did not pay anything last time,” said Richard.
As Mom read the flyer, Richard got down on one knee and proceeded to pick up everything from the floor and restively placed each item back into the back pack. He found his eraser that he thought he lost, his Batman comic book, and his Pokémon games. At the bottom of the pack was a smashed, putrid peanut butter and jelly sandwich from last week. “