Pete didn’t want to go to the party. “I haven’t got a present,” he said, but Asher’s Mom made him come anyway, and he watched, dismayed, while Asher opened his gifts.
“I love this car!” said Asher, so excited till the wheel came off.
“I can fix it,” said Pete. Sticky-stuff in his pocket worked a treat.
“This rocket goes fast.” The elastic broke, but Pete’s pocket contained a spare.
The pictures were fun till the crayons ran out, but Pete’s pockets had more hiding there.
Pete enjoyed himself, and Asher’s Mom said his were the finest gifts of all.