Baseball and the Bridge

The boys only tolerated each other, not really friends.

One afternoon outside a Frosty Freeze, Art shouted, “I like baseball."

"Me too,” said Billy.

“Yeah, me too,” replied Quinn. 

Joey wanted to say “me too” but he couldn’t throw a baseball.

They stared at him then glanced away, ready to ride their bridge of baseball to friendship without him. 

"I farted,” Joey said. “It was a beauty.” 

Suddenly they rode a bridge of laughter instead.