itwasDecemberandwinterhadarrivedItwasDecemberandwinterhadarrived,theweathergotcoldanditsnowedheavily.Jim,aneight-year-oldboy,lookedworried.Theroomswerewarm,buthewantedtogoout.Helikedtoplayfootball,butthesnowwasth

itwasDecemberandwinterhadarrived

It

was

December

and

winter

had

arrived,

the

weather

got

cold

and

it

snowed

heavily.

Jim,

an

eight-year-oldboy,lookedworried.Theroomswerewarm,buthewantedtogoout.Helikedto

playfootball,butthesnowwasthickoutside.He

stoodbythewindowanddidn‟tknowhowto

spend

the

Saturday.

He

brought

out

some

picture

books,

but

didn‟t

think

them

interesting.

He

turnedontheTVsetandsawsomechildrenskatingonlake.

“Whynotskateinalakeonalake,too?”theboyaidtohi

mself.Thenheputonhicoatand

puthisiceskates()inabagandwentout.“Whereareyougoing,Brother?”askedhissister,Kate.

“Tothelake,”answeredtheboy.“I‟mgoingtoskatethere.”

“I‟dliketoskatewithyou,too.”

“No,you‟retooyoung.Youmuststayathome.”Withthesewords,theboyleft.

Half

an

hour

later

Mrs.

King,

their

mother,

came

back

with

a

bag

full

of

vegetables.

She

broughtoutsomefruitandgavesometoKate,butshedidn‟tseeJim.

“Where„syourbrother,Kate?”askedthe

woman.

“He‟sskatingonthelake.”

“Oh,dear!Theiceistoothintoskateon,”calledoutthewoman.

“Thenmaybeheisswimminginthelakenow!”