The Penny Hike -1
Bernie sat on Alex’s front steps, his elbow resting on his knee, his chin resting on his hand, waiting for Alex to come out and play. Alex had been at his cousin’s house for almost a week, and Bernie couldn’t wait to see him. A week is a long time not to see your best friend.
As he stared off into space, Bernie’s thoughts drifted to the new bike he was planning to buy. He’d been saving up his allowance and birthday money for a long time, and soon he’d be zooming all over the neighborhood; it was a ten-speed, after all.
Then the door opened and Alex appeared. “Bern! You should’ve come in. The door was open. How ya doin’? What’d I miss while I was gone?”
A big smile spread across Bernie’s face and he thought, good old Alex.
“I can’t believe I’ve been gone a whole week. I’ve got so much stuff to tell you. What’dya feel like doin’?”
“I don’t care,” said Bernie. “What do you feel like doing?”
“Hmm.” Alex stared toward the Patterson’s tetherball pole with a serious look on his face, biting his lower lip in concentration. “How about we go on a penny hike?”
“A penny hike,” said Bernie. “What’s that?”
“It’s where we go on a hike, only we don’t know where we’re going.”
“Sounds good to me,” said Bernie. He started to stand, got halfway up, then turned to ask Alex, “But if we don’t know where we’re going, how will we know where to go?”