The Missing Shoe The bicycle hit a bump. Harley bounced, regaining his balance within seconds.More Like This
Harley’s bike was painted a shiny red, and brand new. It was a gift, for his ninth birthday.
Harley was also the fastest bicycle rider on his block, and he rode his bicycle everywhere. He rode it to the post office, he rode it to the farmer’s market, he rode it to the park.
Today, Harley was riding it up and down his street.
He threw a hasty glance over his shoulder, and rode in the middle of the street. He hoped his mother wasn’t watching. He knew his mother already had enough on her hands.
“Hey, Harley!” Someone yelled. &ldquo