My sand too

Kard watched from the bushes. The children played games all the time. He was afraid they would hurt him. That girl was the meanest of them all. She was their leader. They always did whatever she said.

Every once in a while, Kard got brave and stuck his head out of the brush, but fear would grip him and he'd go back in to hide.

Also, there were other big kids that would come to the park. They had come a few times, and they were much bigger kids than the mean little girl. They pushed the other children around, but never hurt them. Kard was even more afraid of those kids, cause the little girl never did anything to stop them. If she couldn't stop them, then they would surely beat up someone like Kard.

As it has happened, a few times Kard got brave enough to venture into the sandbox. He snuck in there while the girl was playing. She would do something amazing like triple back flips and run up a pole and twist off like some amazing acrobat from the circus, but she would get mad and scared right afterward.

Kard wanted to avoid her the most when she was upset. He didn't know what she would do if she ever found him.

Then, it came to him that he should try to make friends with her. Or maybe someway get to her that it was time for him to play in the sandbox. He was bigger than she was. He waited for the right time. She was playing. He crept into the playground sand and waited for her to do her amazing tricks. She jumped through each swing and looped herself up and over the swing. She landed with her hands raised like an Olympic gymnast.

Instead of running this time, he stayed. She was scared. He could tell. He felt brave enough to face her. Now was his chance to show the bully that she didn't have to hog the sandbox.

She came over to him, and he stood up to her. She was scared alright, but that didn't stop her from pushing him down.

Kard ran back to the bushes as fast as he could. Once he got there, he saw that the girl was crying. So, he went back to the sandbox to find out why. He wanted to play, and she was just a crybaby, and it made no sense to keep him from playing in the sandbox with all the other kids. He could be her friend. He knew he could. She just had to give him a chance.