The Lemonade Line to the Next Town
Rosa set up a lemonade stand on Maple Street. She had one pitcher, one sign, and one wobbly table.
At noon, a man bought a cup. He told his neighbor. The neighbor told a friend. By one o'clock, the line was around the block.
By two o'clock, the line stretched past the park. By three, it went over the bridge.
"Folks say it reaches the next town!" said Rosa's brother.
Rosa did not have enough lemons. She ran to the store. All the lemons were gone, because the people in line had bought them to make their own.
Rosa smiled. "Then I will share the recipe," she said. She wrote it on a big poster, and soon all the people made lemonade together, which was the best part of the day.