Swinging on the SWINGS

Honey sat on one of the swings and tried to make it move by kicking his feet, but that made the swing flip around in different directions. "How does this woooooooork?"

He stopped flailing about and looked up at her. "Are you a stranger?"

He squinted at her. "The sky won't help you tell me if you're a stranger or not. Will you shake?" He stuck out his hand. "If you don't shake, you'll be a stranger forever."

"Yay!" He flung his hands up in the air. "Now that I know you you can help me figure out how this chair works!"

He backed up right onto his tippy-toes and then let go, falling backwards. "Ow! I never knew this was so dangerous!" He sat up, rubbing his head, when the swing came back and hit him in the front of his face.

He stood up and held the swing in place. "Hmm..." Then he lay on his stomach on it and puched with his legs. now he was moving a little. "It's like being a bird!" He smiled and flapped his arms.

Then he jumped off, grabbing the swing before it hit him. "So Mr. Stranger, what's your name?"

"I'm Honey, and I know that you're a girly-girl." He immidiatly continued asking questions "How old are you? Do you have a job? Are you smart enough for a job?"

"That's to bad." He said, smiling. Then he took off his backpack and set it down in the sand, digging through it. "Since you're my first friend in this area, can I give you something?"

"Yay!" He said, reaching the bottom of his back pack and pulling out a small pig keychain and holding it up for her. "I have a whole lot of these, just like this one except different animals. But the piggy is pink and that makes me think of you!"