My Friend Abigail

Sometimes kids come home and are upset that their usual friend did not play with them. It is difficult at times to explain to a four or five year old, that tomorrow will be completely different but with this story of Abigail (A bigggg pink Hippo) they can perhaps see that tomorrow will be a better day and their usual friend will play with them again.

My Friend Abigail

I have a friend, a real good friend.

Her name is Abigail.

She plays with me, and shares with me.

I like her very much.

She gives me hugs, and she gives me kisses.

She loves the color pink.

Today Abigail would not play with me.

I asked her why, and she just turned away.

It made me sad, I did not know what to do.

I want my friend, my real good friend,

to come and play with me.

I sat on a bench and waited for so long.

Until Abigail came and stood in front of me.

I was still sad, and looked away.

She squeezed real tight, and gave me

a grand hug.

I felt happy,

and my friend,

was a friend to me again.