Trevor loved his sandbox. It was better than any other sandbox he had ever seen. It was shaped like a playhouse, but instead of having solid walls they were made of window screens. He could even play on rainy days and never get wet. The only time he could not play in it was at night and when it was very cold.
Today was a nice day, and Trevor was playing with a new toy tractor he had received at Christmas. Sometimes he made roads or built buildings in the sandbox. Today he was going to be a farmer.
Trevor made sandy fields for the plastic animals and pretended to plow the sand with the tractor to plant pretend crops. It was fun to pile the sand in places and then use his toy trucks to move it around. The morning soon passed by, and before he knew it his mother was calling him to come in and eat lunch.
"Make sure your hands are clean," said Mom as he came into the house.
"What are we having for lunch today?" asked Trevor.
"I have the bread out to make sandwiches," said Mom. "Is there something else you would rather have?"
"No," said Trevor. "I just wondered if I could eat my lunch out in the sandbox. I could eat while I play."
"I think you should stay in to have lunch. You don't want to get sand in your mouth and between your teeth," said Mom.
"Yuck," said Trevor as he made a face and then grinned. "That would be pretty awful. Sand would not make my sandwich taste better." Trevor paused to think. "Why do they call these sandwiches if they have no sand in them?" he asked.Paragraphs 10 to 16:
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