Who Will be My Friends
Freddy moved into a new house.
He liked his room.
He liked the street.
“Who will be my friends?” he asked.
He rolled his ball to a little dog.
He rolled his ball to a cat.
They did not roll it back.
“Who will be my friends?” he asked.
“I am your friend,” said the policeman.
“I am your friend,” said the mailman.