The Rowboat Named Pancake
The rowboat was round and flat, and everyone called it Pancake. One breezy morning, Lila and her little brother Sam rowed it out on Willow Pond.
Splash! One oar slipped out of its lock and floated away. Pancake began to turn in slow circles. The shore was far.
"Don't panic," said Lila, though her voice shook. She looked around. Under the seat lay a long fishing net with a pole as tall as Sam.
"Sam, hold on to the sides," she said. "I have a plan."
Lila stretched the net as far as her arm could go. The oar bobbed just out of reach. She tried again, and the pole's tip nudged the oar closer. On the third try, the net scooped it up. Sam clapped.
Lila slid the oar back into its lock and rowed with both arms. Pancake went straight as an arrow. When they bumped the dock, Lila tied a bright orange ribbon to the oar. "Now it will float and stay easy to see," she said.