

Timmy liked to make things with paper and glue. He had many colors of paper and a big bottle of glue. He also had scissors, but he knew they were sharp and he had to be careful. He only used them when his mom or dad helped him.
One day, Timmy wanted to make a paper flower for his mom. He asked his dad to help him cut the paper. His dad said yes and gave him the scissors. Timmy held the scissors and tried to cut the paper, but it was hard. The scissors did not work well. They were not his scissors.
Timmy looked at the scissors and saw they were different. They had a red handle and a blue blade. His scissors had a yellow handle and a green blade. He did not recognize the scissors. He felt confused. Where were his scissors? Who gave him these scissors?
He asked his dad, "Dad, these are not my scissors. Where are my scissors?"
His dad looked at the scissors and smiled. He said, "Oops, I made a mistake. These are your sister's scissors. She uses them for her school work. They are not good for paper. They are good for fabric. I'm sorry, Timmy. Let me find your scissors."
He went to the drawer and found Timmy's scissors. He gave them to Timmy and said, "Here are your scissors, Timmy. They are good for paper. They are not good for fabric. Do you want to try again?"
Timmy nodded and smiled. He took his scissors and cut the paper. He made a beautiful paper flower for his mom. He was happy. He thanked his dad and gave him a hug. He said, "I love you, Dad. And I love my scissors."
