Making Friends

[For children]

CRUNCH —S-L-I-D-E went Robin's feet on the crusty snow. Nearby, bright-faced new lambs in the fresh fields of New Zealand waggled their tiny tails. Never before had Robin seen the wonders of a spring season. There was none of this kind of magic in his sultry, tropical homeland.

His new school here would be strange and different, too. His parents would travel elsewhere while he stayed with his nana. He thought "This would be fun, except (and a little cloud darkened his thought) how will I get to make friends at this school?"

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