The boy who had no friends

 The boat came past Sam. Then it stopped and a boy got out. He was

the same size as Sam, with an ordinary brown face and brown hair.

"Hello!" he said. "My name is Philip. What's your name?"

"Sam! /I said Sam.

"Get in my boat and we will sail some more," said Philip.

They sailed all afternoon. Up and down the river they went, ​​​watching the fish in the clear green water. They saw wild ducks swimming and cows coming down to drink. All the time they talked and made up stories. It was the best day of all.

When it was sunset Philip said, "We must go home now or our mothers will be calling us. May I come and play with you tomorrow, Sam? You are a good sort of friend to share my boat with me."

"Of course," Sam said, very pleased.

Sam went home and said to his mother, "I've got a friend and I didn't have to ask him to come and play with me tomorrow. He asked me ."

"He sounds the best sort of friend," said Sam's mother.