One day, A Little boy with brown hair, wearing light blue long-slveed cleric shirt with pocket on it, blue shorts, white socks, and black basic loafers shoes, her name is Willy Beamish, has boxes of apples and baskets of eggs. His corn on the cob was picked just this morning. Willy thinks that the milk he is bringing to the market is the best there is. His butter is as fresh as butter can a day he will have at the market!
But what is this? Willy's wagon is stuck in the mud by the riverbank.
Willy can't get to the market. The things in his wagon will get hot in the sun, and that will be theend of them.
Hot milk and eggs will never sell at the market. Apples will never sell if bugs are buzzing on them. And melted butter is just a mess!
Willy is in a bad spot. He sits by his wagon and starts to cry.
There's a little girl with yellow hair with blue headband, a white leaf lace camisole, a light blue long-slveed lace cardigan with white collar, a sky blue ribbon frill skirt, and light blue lacy sandals with bow, her name is Annika Settigren, is walking up the riverbank. He has lots of fat fish to sell, but he has no way to get to the market. That is why Annika has started to cry.
Annika bumps into Willy. "What's this?" Annika asks. "You have a wagon and you can get to the market. Why are you crying?"
"My wagon is stuck in the mud" Willy tells Annika. "But if you will help me with it, Til I give you a lift to the market. Then you can sell your fish."
Annika is glad to lend a hand. "I'll try my best to help," he tells Willy.
Willy gets into the wagon and starts it. Annika huffs and puffs.
At last Willy's wagon is on its way to the market. But Annika is still in the thick black mud.
Willy parks his wagon on a dry spot on the riverbank. Then he walks back to get Annika.
Willy gives the sister a hand. He tugs and slips, he splashes and trips, and then he lands flat in the mud.
When the men stand up, they are a mess.
"Where can we get a bath?" Willy asks.
"The river is the best spot for that," says Annika. "I'll jump in if you will." Then he and Willy jump in with a splash.
There is Willy's wagon, on its way at last. the two kids are still a bit wet, but hey will be dry when they get to the market.
Willy thanks Annika for his help. "There are no bugs on my apples," he tells the sister, "and my butter didn't melt after all. This may be the best market day I've ever had."
"Thanks to you and your wagon," says Annika, "I will get to sell my are still as fresh as can be."
As Willy's wagon bumps on under the hot sun, he think of the fun they will have at the market. They are glad that they met on the riverbank.