"It’s not fair," Peppa grumbled, looking out at the gray rain.
It was a bright, sunny morning. Peppa Pig was jumping in muddy puddles in her red boots when Daddy Pig came out with a big map. Peppa Pig
And they all jumped in one last, happy muddy puddle—right on the carpet, which Mummy Pig said was "quite enough adventure for one day." "It’s not fair," Peppa grumbled, looking out at
Peppa found an old sheet and draped it over a chair. "And this is our fossil tent!" she shouted. She grabbed a paintbrush and pretended to brush sand away from a giant bone she’d drawn on a piece of paper. And they all jumped in one last, happy
Peppa’s happy smile turned upside down. "But I wanted to see the giant dinosaur slide!" she huffed, crossing her front legs. George began to whimper. "Dine-saw…"
Daddy Pig smiled. "That’s right, Peppa. The best treasure isn’t always at the end of a map. Sometimes, it’s right in your own living room."
Mummy Pig had an idea. "Let’s play a game. The rain is our river. The sofa cushions are our stepping stones. We have to cross the living room without touching the carpet."