"I'll race you!" Seth shouted as he and his best friend, Jacob, rode their bikes up and down the driveway.

"Ready, set, go!" Jacob yelled. "I'm the fastest!"

Suddenly, Seth heard a crash. Jacob, his bike, and Seth's shiny yellow dump truck were in a heap near the fence.

"Ow," said Jacob, rubbing his knee and dusting off his pants.

Seth didn't say, "Are you okay?" He said, "Hey, you brokemy truck!"

Jacob said, "I'm sorry, Seth. I didn't mean it. It was an accident."

Seth scowled at Jacob and shouted, "That truck was brand new, and now it's all smashed up. You get out and don't ever come back!"

Jacob sadly got on his bike and rode home.

Seth barged into the house with a forehead of angry lines. He told his mom what had happened. "I hate Jacob," he announced.

Mom said, "I'm really sorry about your truck, Seth. But what if you had broken one of his toys? Is that how you'd want Jacob to treat you?"

Seth stomped his foot. "Well, I didn't break his toy. He broke mine," he said. "Now I need a new truck and a new best friend."

The next day, Seth played alone. It wasn't as much fun as playing with Jacob, but Seth was still mad. He was glad when Mom said, "Seth, Grandma Grace made strawberry shortcake, and she wants us to help her eat it." Seth enjoyed going to his special neighbor's house.