Snapshot

Snap went the camera. Snap. Snap. Snap.
Kayla was visiting her grandma’s farm. She was taking pictures to enter in the fair.
Snap. She took a picture of a fat, white lamb.
Snap. She took one of a big, black cow.
Snap. Snap. Snap. She wanted to take a picture of all of the animals on the farm.
“How are you doing?” asked Grandma.
“Just great,” she said. “I think some of these pictures will win at the fair.”
“Did you think about taking pictures of other things on a farm?” asked Grandma.
“Like what?” she asked.
“How about a big, fat spider?”
“Yuck,” she said. “Why a spider?”
“They live here, too,” said Grandma. “You may not think of it, but spiders are found on every farm in the world.”
“I didn’t think of that,” said Kayla. “A picture of a spider would be good to have. I bet not everyone has thought of that.”
“Probably not,” said Grandma. “I know where there is a big, fat black one. Do you want to see it?”
“I do,” said Kayla. “I want to win!”