The strangest thing happened last Friday at noon… It began with a boy and his big red balloon.
I watched as he walked down the street with great care, protecting his prize from the sun’s bursting glare.
Then just as the bells of the church started ringing, he floated straight up past the puffy cloud ceiling.
I heard that he landed far, far away, in a small town that serves cookies and milk every day.
Now I’m thinking of buying a big red balloon, and taking a walk next Friday at noon.