A Boy and His Backyard

 “Mom! I caught an ant! I have to get my treasure chest so I don’t losed it. I telled the ant I’ll be right back.” 

Ollie runs to his room and slides under his bed. He grabs his treasure chest that belonged to his great-grandma and empties out the contents. 

“Squeak!” The screen door lets all know a five year-old is coming outside.

Ollie runs to a pile of mud and crouches down to find the ant was no longer there. He looks in other parts of the backyard. It’s very possible he couldn’t remember the exact spot, but after ten seconds of spinning in circles, it is determined the ant moved on.

Ollie takes his magnifying glass and examines the mud while he  sings songs about life and his place in it when a fly landed on a grass blade just an inch from his foot. 

Slowly, Ollie reaches into his pocket and pulls out his bug catcher. He twists open the lid, and CLAP! He traps the fly!

“Ollie! We’re going to the grocery store, you need to wash your hands.” 

“Okay, but can I bring my fly?”

Mom completely disregarding how just thirty minutes earlier she told Ollie that bugs were not allowed inside the house agrees.

“Squeak” goes the screen door declaring the end of the backyard play.