"It's a good day for picking berries!" Dad said.
The family was at a farm.
There were rows of blueberry bushes.
Everyone had a bucket.
Harry ate several blueberries. "Mmm!"
Emmy ate a few berries too. "Delicious!"
Then Dad and Oliver ate some.
Mom frowned.
"Don't eat the berries now," she said.
"I want to take lots of berries home.
We will cook blueberry pancakes and blueberry pie."
"Yum!" Harry and Emmy said.
"I love blueberry pancakes and pie!" Oliver said.
Oliver picked some ripe berries.
"Pancakes and pie," Oliver said to himself.
He put all the berries into his bucket.
Emmy picked lots of berries.
"Pancakes and pie," she said to herself.
Her bucket got full quickly.
Harry picked five berries.
Then he ate just one.
He did this over and over again.
He filled his bucket.
Dad picked lots of berries.
Then he ate a big handful.
"Dad!" Oliver said.
"Pancakes and pie!"
"Sorry!" Dad said.
He put the rest of the berries in his bucket.
"My bucket is full," Emmy said.
"So is mine," Harry said.
Dad and Oliver had full buckets too.
Everyone looked at Mom.
Her lips were blue.
Her bucket wasn't full.
"Oops!" said Mom.