

Sara and Tom are playing in the living room. They have many toys, but they like the rug best. The rug is rare. It has many colors and shapes. Sara and Tom pretend the rug is a map of a faraway land.
"Look, this is a mountain," Sara says, pointing to a red triangle. "And this is a river," she says, tracing a blue line.
"I see a castle," Tom says, finding a yellow square. "And a dragon," he says, spotting a green circle.
They make up stories about the mountain, the river, the castle and the dragon. They have fun.
Then they hear a voice from the kitchen. It is Mom. She calls them.
"Sara, Tom, time for lunch!"
Sara and Tom stop playing. They get up and run to the kitchen. They are hungry.
"Can we play with the rug later?" Sara asks.
"Of course, my loves," Mom says. "The rug is always here for you."
Sara and Tom smile. They love the rug. And they love Mom.
