He tore two pages from the end of his notebook and ran. Outside, a boy was waiting for him. He gave a page to him and both ran out of the house.

After a long spell of rain, the sky was clear and the sun had come out from behind the clouds. The water clogged in the mud pits and potholes.

Sitting on the steps outside of a closed shop they started folding their paper in hand.

‘Here, it is.’ He showed his boat proudly to the boy struggling with his paper to make his own.

‘Let me help you. Take mine.’ Within seconds he finished making another boat.

They examined the potholes finding the one that was bigger and had the most water. Other boys of the neighborhood also came with their paper boats. They sat on their haunches and sailed their boats amidst of cheering.