Oneday,Simon’smum,DamingandSimonaregoingtoapark.Theyaregoingtohaveapicnic.
Inthepark,it’sverysunny.Simonaskshismum:“Whenarewegoingtoeat,Mum?”HisMumanswer:“Athalfpasttwelve.”Simonasksagain:“Andwhattimeisitnow?”
HisMumanswer:“It’sonlyhalfpasteleven.Firstwe’regoingtowalkaroundthelakeandseetheswans.Thenwe’regoingtoeat.”ThistimeDamingseesthereareblackcloudsinthesky,said:“Look.It’sgoingtorainsoon.”“No,itisn’t.”Simon’smumsaid.“It’sabeautifulday.Let’sgo.”Butit’stimeforpicnic.It’sraining!Simonshouted:“Oh,no!It’srainingnow!”Simon’sMumsaid:“Let’sgounderthetree.It’sdrythere!Theswansaregoupthelake,Daminglookatthismatter,he’sangry:“Lookattheswans.Whataretheygoingtodo?”Simonsaid:“Naughtyswans.They’regoingtoeatoursandwiches!”Becausetheirpicnicarewet.Theswanslikesthem.
