A Great Day For Worms
"It stopped raining, it's a great day for worms! Lets dig!", he shouts then begins to sing, "out there in a world outside of Yonkers....". He pauses then asks, "What's Yonkers?"
"It's a city in New York", I reply.
"Oh...do they have puppet shows in Yonkers?"
"I don't know, I suppose they do", I say.
(He digs a few holes, but finds no worms)
"HEY! I know, lets bury some treasure!", he shouts.
We run home to get a container and the camera. He puts a bouncy ball in the container and closes the lid. He digs a hole in the far corner of the playground, places the container in the hole, buries it then marks the spot with 3 small rocks.
"These are the clues", he says in a stern voice, "Go to the back of the playground. Go left. In the corner by 3 rocks", then adds, "I'll draw a MAP!"