

Tim and Lily were playing in the garden. They liked to dig holes and look for bugs and worms. They had a big shovel and a small shovel. Tim had the big shovel and Lily had the small shovel.
"Look, I found a root!" Tim said. He pulled out a long, brown root from the dirt. It was longer than his arm. "It is from a tree. Maybe it is a magic root."
"Can I see?" Lily asked. She wanted to touch the root. She reached out her hand.
"No, it is mine!" Tim said. He held the root close to his chest. "You have your own shovel. Go find your own root."
Lily felt sad. She did not like it when Tim was mean. She did not want to play with him anymore. She put down her small shovel and walked away.
"Where are you going?" Tim asked. He saw Lily leaving the garden. He did not want to be alone.
"I am going to play with my doll," Lily said. "You can keep your root. I quit." She went inside the house and closed the door.
Tim looked at his root. It was not so fun anymore. He wished he had shared it with Lily. He wished he had not been mean. He put down his big shovel and ran after Lily. He knocked on the door.
"Lily, I am sorry," Tim said. "Can I play with you and your doll? Can you play with me and my root? We can be friends again."
Lily opened the door. She saw Tim holding the root. She smiled.
"Okay, Tim," Lily said. "I forgive you. Let's play together. Maybe the root is magic after all."
