No need to pout

Mary Lou Durak

Laura pushed open the screen door of the cottage and walked toward her bedroom. Mother could tell by the look on her face that play between Laura and her brothers and sister had gone wrong again. Laura was the youngest, and sometimes trying to keep up put her in a bad mood. ...

The family was ending summer vacation at a small lake in a rustic cabin with no radio, television, or telephone. So they had done lots of exploring. They had found a caterpillar on a milkweed plant and put it into a jar (with holes in the lid) so they could watch it spin a cocoon. When a beautiful butterfly broke out of the cocoon, they let it fly away. They watched red-headed woodpeckers fly around the trees. They followed trails in the woods. There was so much to do.

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