It is a beautiful sunny day, and Adam wants to play football with his friends, he has two balls, one is old and one is new.
His new ball asked; will you be playing on a good nice field?
Adam replied; yes we will be playing on the school's grounds.
Adam grinned as he tucked both balls under his arms—the old one, worn and familiar, its patches telling stories of countless games, and the shiny new one, still gleaming with anticipation. The new ball buzzed with excitement, its surface catching the sunlight. "School grounds? That sounds perfect!" it chimed, practically bouncing in Adam’s grip.
The old ball chuckled, its voice raspy but warm. "Just wait till you meet the muddy puddles near the goalposts. You’ll lose that polish quick."
As they arrived, the field stretched out green and inviting, dotted with wildflowers at the edges. Adam’s friends soon flooded in, laughter echoing as they split into teams. The new ball soared in smooth arcs during the first kick, while the old one rolled proudly, steering with seasoned precision.
By afternoon, both balls were grass-stained and happy, the new one learning the rhythm of the game, the old one reliving its glory. Adam high-fived his friends, the sun dipping gold behind them. Some days, he thought, were best spent with loyal companions—whether they had laces, patches, or squeaky new smiles.
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