

Ben was a pilot who liked to fly big planes in the sky. He had a blue hat and a red jacket and a shiny badge. He loved to see the clouds and the sun and the stars when he flew.
But today, Ben was restless. He had to stay at home because of a bad cold. He could not fly his plane or see his friends. He was bored and sad.
"Mom, can I do something fun?" he asked his mom, who was busy in the kitchen.
"Sure, honey, why don't you sort your toys?" his mom said. "You have so many toys, you can make different piles. You can sort them by color, or by shape, or by size, or by sound. That will keep you busy and happy."
Ben thought that was a good idea. He went to his room and looked at his toys. He had cars and trucks and trains and planes and boats and bikes and balls and blocks and dolls and animals and books and puzzles and more. He decided to sort them by what they could do.
He made a pile of toys that could fly, like his planes and his birds and his dragon. He made a pile of toys that could roll, like his cars and his trucks and his bikes and his balls. He made a pile of toys that could float, like his boats and his ducks and his fish. He made a pile of toys that could talk, like his dolls and his animals and his phone. He made a pile of toys that could fit together, like his blocks and his puzzles and his legos.
He had fun sorting his toys and making noises and stories with them. He forgot about his cold and his boredom. He felt happy and proud of his work.
"Mom, look what I did!" he called his mom, who came to see his room.
"Wow, Ben, you did a great job!" his mom said. "You sorted your toys very well. You are a smart and creative pilot. I'm so proud of you."
She gave him a hug and a kiss and a cookie. Ben smiled and thanked her. He felt better and ready to fly again.
