Jodi shook her head and said, "You still put a hole in her lawn chair."
"Tattletale," Tim said, frowning. "Come on, Maggie. Let's see if you're a good shot."
Maggie was not a good shot. Her arrows always dropped right in front of her. She kept forgetting to let go of the bowstring when she let go of the arrow. After dozens of tries, she had only hit the cardboard target once. Even Jodi, who was only 6, did better than that. Tim hit the target almost every time.
After lunch the cousins climbed trees. Maggie was good at that, but she never took crazy chances like Tim did. She often held her breath and waited for him to fall, but he never did.
Later Maggie and the other kids found some old skis in the garage. They skied around the grass until Maggie's dad yelled, "Hey, you guys. Does that look like snow to you? Put those skis away, and Maggie, go get the cows."
"We'll help," Tim said eagerly. "Where are they?"
"In the pasture," Maggie said, pointing out beyond the barn.
"Good, let's go," said Tim, starting off at a run. Maggie and Jodi tried to keep up.
"Wait," Jodi begged. "My legs are too short."