Abstract

Phillip's birthday is coming, and he's hoping for a new scooter, silver with red handles and a brake; it folds down so that he can carry it over his shoulder with a strap. He keeps telling his mom, “I want this scooter.” He even showed a picture of it to his best friend since first grade, Juan. On his birthday, his mother surprised him with the scooter. She warned, “Just don't ride your scooter down the big hill.” Phillip took the new scooter to show Juan. Juan thought the scooter was really cool, too. But then he said, “I want to go faster. I'm going down the big hill.” Phillip said, “No, my mom said not to.” But Juan did it anyway; the scooter got out of control. He jumped off, so he was all right, but the scooter went flying and smashed into a tree, ruined.