Matthew followed Catie as she skipped and danced her way around the trees. Occasionally she would stop, crouch, and peer intently at the ground… then, just as quickly, she would straighten, laugh, and run off.
"Where are we going?" Matthew asked.
"Fishing," Catie shouted happily, but would give no further information.
"Your mom told me to make sure you didn't get lost," Matthew said.
"Not lost." Catie skipped to the right, dashed behind a tree, laughed, then peered around the trunk back at him...
Published on March 29, 2012 00:00