Goodbye Stones for Tavi
Tavi was moving far away. Rafi did not want him to go. They had been best friends since they were four.
"Let's paint stones," said Tavi. He found two flat ones by the creek. Rafi painted a blue fish on his. Tavi painted a yellow sun on his.
Then they traded. Rafi held the sun stone. Tavi held the fish stone.
"Put it on your window sill," said Tavi. "I will put mine on my new window sill too. At supper time, we will both look at our stones."
On moving day, a big truck rumbled away. Rafi felt sad, but he held the sun in his hand.
That night, Rafi set the stone on his sill. He looked at it while Mom set out the plates. Far away, he knew, a blue fish was looking back.