Today is Saturday.
I am going to read a book in my list, The Snowy Day.
One winter morning, Peter woke up and looked out the window. Everything was covered by snow. After breakfast, Peter put on his snowsuit and went out of the house. The street was piled up by snow. Peter sank in his feet in the snow. He walked with his toes pointing out and then pointing in. He moved his feet in the snow slowly, which left two tracks behind him. And he made the third track by a stick which could smack the tree trunk. The snow on the tree fell on his head. He wanted to play snowball fight with the big boys, but he knew he was not old enough to do. So he made a snowman and angels. He climbed a snow mountain as if he was a mountain climber. He picked up a handful of snow, packed it round and firm to a big snowball. He put it in his pocket for tomorrow. He went home and told his mother all he had played while his mother took off his wet socks. And then he checked his snowball. It was gone. Peter was upset so when he fell asleep he dreamed that the sun would melt all of the snow. The next morning, he woke up and found that the snow was still there.He called to his friends, and they went out together into deep, deep snow.
