Red Grocery Bag

Every morning, on the way to the park, a little boy and his grandmotherpassed a big gray building with large windows. It was always a verynoisy and busy place. He knew that the place was a factory, and everytime he passed it, he wanted to ask his grandmother what the peopleinside were making. But every time he was walking by, the loud noisescoming from inside scared him and made him walk or even run away. He always forgot to ask his question. But that morning, it was unusuallyquiet. There were a few people outside; it looked like they were gettingready to do something important. Then the boy remembered what healways wanted to ask his grandmother, What were the people insidemaking? His grandmother stopped and said, I think its a good timefor you to look inside.