The bell rang. Milo hid behind his mom's legs.
Milo peeked out, then ducked back. Shoes shuffled inside.
He stepped inside, still gripping his straps. Maybe later, he thought.
At recess, Milo carried his crayon box to the playground.
He spotted a girl sitting alone. Milo sat nearby, but wind sent crayons skittering.
Milo caught one crumbled crayon and offered it. She drew a purple sun with three wiggly legs.
Milo whispered, That's funny. She smiled and held out the paper.
Milo walked with her toward the busy playground. He waved to a classmate. The bell rang.
