caspar jones loved the summer festival. the sunshine, the surfing, the food and games. everything about it had him unable to sleep the night before, buzzing with that childlike excitement often lost with age. he loved everything about the summer festival, so naturally, he wanted to share his excitement with his best friend.
caspar dragged jamie down to the beach straight after breakfast. he barely gave his friend time to finish his cornflakes before they were heading down to play in the ocean. they had the day off school, and caspar wanted to make the most of every free second. sunshine beamed down on the two boys as they played, splashing and chasing each other around the deep blue, and it wasn’t until jamie’s stomach started rumbling that they swam back to shore.
what was the point of going home when there was food at the park? caspar didn’t see it. as soon as they’d dried off, they headed off to the local park, where the heart of the summer festival was set up. the boys joined a hot dog eating contest for lunch; jamie ended up winning, caspar ended up throwing up in the bushes. after lunch, they played a few rounds of penalty kick offs in the football field, and enjoyed all the other summer activities the festival had to offer.
as the evening came to an end, caspar sneaked off to cash in his tickets at the prize booth. he didn’t have very many, but he exchanged them for some pretty cool fireworks, and went off to find jamie again. caspar gave them to him as a gift and grinned when jamie gave an overly excited reaction. the boys hugged and caspar thought it was the perfect end to his favourite day of the year.