Bobbie and Timmy stood on the banks of the Lallakeeta River. The cars were speeding above across the high bridge. Bobbie poked a stick into the grassy river to see if she could get a turtle to bite. Timmy bent down to find a rock then skimmed it across the water.

“Did you see that?! That one went almost to the middle of the river!” cried Timmy.

“Cool!” replied Bobbie.

“I wish I knew how to do that.” she said quietly to herself. She stood for a moment watching Timmy skim rocks skillfully. Shifting from one foot to the next , she frowned. She thought he might laugh at her when he saw that she didn’t know how to do it. “But Timmy is my friend.” she thought. Finally, she walked down the bank a few feet and picked up a few rocks and tossed them awkwardly. They didn’t go very far.

“Will you show me how?” she said, just barely loud enough for Timmy to hear her.

“Sure! Do it like this.” said Timmy. Not hesitating, he picked up some rocks and showed Bobbie how to hold the rock and how to throw it so it would bounce across the surface.

Bobbie tried and the rock sunk a few feet away.

“Try again.” said Timmy.

She did and after about ten tries, she skimmed the rock about twenty feet.

“Yes!” she shouted.

“You’re getting it! Keep practicing.” said Timmy, smiling and clapping his hands.

“Thanks for showing me.” Bobbie said with a serious face. “I always wanted to learn, but I felt stupid asking.”

“Everyone has to start somewhere. It’s okay to make mistakes.” Timmy answered, looking kindly into Bobbie’s eyes. “Don’t be afraid to ask for help.”

“Thanks. You’re a good friend.” smiled Bobbie, as she picked up more rocks.

The end.

Moral of the story. Don’t be afraid to ask for help and be a friend. 🙂

I just felt like writing a story. Let me know what you think in the comments!