Mira bounced down the dirt path. Her skirt fluttered with every hop.
Mira bounced down the dirt path. Her skirt fluttered with every hop. Her sons trailed behind, taking their own bouncy steps.
The boys glanced at each other. Then they tried walking normally.
But their feet kept tapping a bouncy rhythm. Hop, tap, hop, tap.
They bounced after Mira through the barn. Past the chickens, they went.
Over the wooden fence they went. Clatter, clatter, clap!
At the pumpkin patch, the littlest boy hopped ahead. He landed with a triumphant grunt.
Then the whole family bounced home together. Home at last.