One morning there was a boy named Adam.
He was just six years old and played alone in the backyard.
He played with his ball happily kicking it around the yard.
It was unfortunate that he kicked the ball hard and went missing into the forest.
Adam looked around in the forest for his ball.
Then someone greeted him, “Hello!”
Adam looked back, “Who’s there?”
“Look above you.” A strange looking animal with big eyes looking down at Adam.
“I am an Owl.” Said the bird. “Are you lost?”
“No, I’m just looking for my ball.” Replied Adam.
“I could see the ball from above here.”
“Oh Mr. Owl, can you help me searching for the ball?” asked Adam.
“Oh sure I will, but I want you to play a game with me.”
“What game?” Adam asked again.
“Can you spell the word ball?”
“Yes I do, it’s B-A-L-L!”
“Correct! Come on now come with me.”
“There it is! Thank you Mr. Owl!” Adam was very excited.
“No problem. Now let’s play another game. What color is your ball?”
“The color of my ball is yellow.”
“Can you spell the word yellow?” said the Owl.
“Yes I do! It’s Y-E-L-L-O-W!”
“Right you are!” compliment the bird.
“Mr. Owl lets play another spelling game!” Adam urged.
“Sure. What shape is your ball that you’re holding?”
“The shape is sphere!”
“Can you spell the word sphere?”
“Yes I do! It’s S-P-H-E-R-E!”
“Wonderful!” yelled the Owl.
“Mr. Owl, I think I lost my way back home.” Adam said with a sad tone.
“It’s okay boy, now let me tell you a secret. Close your eyes.”
Adam shut his eyes as the bird told him to.
“Think about home, and try to spell the word home.”
“Okay, it’s H-O-M-E.”
“Fantastic! Now open you’re eyes.”
As Adam opened his eyes he was surprised that he was at home in his bed.
He was just only dreaming.
He went to look outside the window and saw an oak tree.
There were two words written on the tree bark.
The words written were “T-H-A-N-K Y-O-U.”