Crack! The garden gate swung open. Three sad tomatoes lay on the dry dirt.
Carly Carrot gasped. Her leafy top trembled as she heard a faint, thirsty whimper.
She pulled a heavy watering can. It tipped over with a loud splat, soaking her feet.
The water disappeared into the cracked earth. The tomatoes looked even more wilted.
She tried rolling a big log to shade them. But it bounced away with a playful boing!
It hit a nearby scarecrow that started clapping its straw hands. Carly Carrot giggled.
She noticed the scarecrow pointing toward the flowing stream. An idea sparked in her mind.
Carly Carrot dragged the heavy log to the stream. The current pushed it back with a mighty whoosh.
Sending her tumbling backward into a pile of soft clover.
The tomatoes suddenly perked up their heads, watching her with curious green eyes.
Carly Carrot jumped up and used her strong roots to anchor the log.
Creating a little bridge that funneled fresh water directly onto the thirsty soil.
The tomatoes stood tall and bright red, humming a happy tune.
Dewdrops sparkled on their leaves as Carly Carrot smiled.