Splat could not wait to spend a whole day in his brand-new skates.
Splat tried to skate away.He went left.He went right.But the cloud followed.It was gaining on him.Now the cloud looked as big as a plane or a train.It was gray. It was a dark stormy gray.
The cloud poured rain.The rain is a pain.Splat complained.
Splat picked up one muddy paw and then another.He left a big muddy puddle and a big muddy stain.
Splat bumped into Little Sis.The frosting spilled everywhere.
Splat rolled into the hall to take off his skates.
But Splat ran into Little Sis.Her plate of frosted fish sticks were flying.She reached out in vain.
Everyone slipped on the fish sticks.Everyone slid in the muddy puddles down the hall and out the door.
The rain makes a rainbow.