The snow was piled high against the door. Bobby peeked through the window and finalized his plan of attack. The shovel was next to the door, so it would be easy to get. Using his teeth, he pulled on his left mitten. Gingerly, he opened the door. A small ball of snow tumbled down into the entry way. Bobby picked it up and tossed it out into the yard; he dislodged the shovel from the snow’s frozen grasp and began beating a path from the door to the garbage bin. Bobby had a job to do. His mother was counting on him to get the garbage to the curb for collection, and when Bobby was asked to do something, he did it—and a load of snow was not going to keep him from it!
At another house just across the street, Stanley’s mom shook him for the third time.
“Get out of bed, now! The garbage truck will be here soon, and you need to shovel the snow away from the bin,” she said.
“Aw, Mom, it’s so early, and shovelling is so hard,” complained Stanley. But he slowly shoved the blankets back and crawled out of bed. He grumbled as he dressed and whined while he pulled on his snow clothes. He flung the door open and kicked at the snow that blocked his way. “Dumb snow,” he muttered.
Stanley had been grumbling and shovelling for several minutes when he saw the garbage truck slowly making its way down the street. “Oh, no,” he said. “Mom will kill me if this trash doesn’t make it into that truck, but how will I ever get all this snow out of the way in time?” Overwhelmed by the thought, he slumped into the snow bank. He was just going to have to face his angry mother; getting the trash to the curb was going to be too hard.
“Hey, need some help?” Bobby with his shovel on his shoulder was trudging up the snowy driveway. “Your mom won’t be happy if that truck gets here before the trash gets out to the curb. She’s counting on you to get it there, so let’s get shovelling.” Bobby started throwing snow. Stanley grabbed his shovel and started working alongside Bobby.
The garbage truck was just chugging up to the end of the driveway as Stanley pulled the last bag of trash to the curb.
“Just in time, young fella,” said the garbage man as he grabbed bag from Stanley and tossed it into the truck.
Stanley turned to thank Bobby, but he was gone. He was trudging across the backyard, shovel on his shoulder. “Hey, ya need some help?” he called to Jimmy, the boy that lived in the house behind Stanley. “Your mom’s counting on you to get that trash out…”
Stanley shook his head and smiled at the determination of his friend. “You can always count on Bobby to lend a hand when things need to get done,” thought Stanley and picked up his shovel and headed to Jimmy’s house to help get the garbage to the curb on time.