Ruth and the Icy Front Steps
After a freezing night, a thin sheet of ice covered the front steps of Ruth's house. Her mom had left early for work, so Ruth had a job to do. She had to make the steps safe before her little brother came out.
First, she tried the shovel. Scrape, scrape. It only scratched the surface of the ice. Then she tried stomping, and she almost slipped.
"Think, Ruth," she said to herself.
She remembered the bag of sand in the garage. Her mom had said that sand gives feet something to grip. Ruth scooped a cup of it and sprinkled it over each step like she was salting a pizza.
She tested the first step with her boot. It did not slide. She tested the next one. Safe. Soon every step felt rough and sturdy.
When her brother stepped outside, he never noticed the ice at all. Ruth put the sand back in the garage, and she smiled all the way to the bus.