Let’s Trade

"Hey, what are you doing with that twig?" Noah asked, pointing to a small plant inside the pail his friend Trent was holding.

"It's an apple tree," replied Trent.

"No kidding? Looks like a dead stick to me." Noah shook his head and changed the subject. "I'm going to go try my new skateboard on those ramps at the park," he said, holding up a well-worn skateboard. "Well, this isn't exactly new, but it's new to me. Want to come along?"

"I wish I could," said Trent, "but I have to go plant this thing. My uncle gave it to me and said to plant it right away."

Noah looked at the twig in Trent's bucket. "Is that really an apple tree? How long before there are apples on it?"

"Years and years," Trent said with a sigh. He looked at Noah's skateboard. "Where'd you get your skateboard?"

"Mom got it at a garage sale," said Noah. "Hey, want to trade with me?"

Trent's eyes widened. "You mean you'd trade your skateboard for this tiny apple tree?"

Noah held out the skateboard. "Try me and see."