His favorite ball is the blue one.
So he was golfing on a beautiful day, enjoying the weather and the friends.
Then the little ball took a great flight and landed in the street.
Of course, he called for his favorite adult to please go get it.
Mom looked both ways and watched one car go by and then the second one.
Pop!
NO, NOT THE BALL!
Yep. But the sad little boy knows that he was right and he still won't run into the street.
He doesn't want to look like this ball.



And he wanted other people to know the story.
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