Original Airdate: August 14, 2010
Meadow stared at the street grate. She could see her penny beneath it there, shining against the concrete, just out of reach.
She blew a curl from her eyes and tugged anxiously at the edge of her yellow jumper, scuffing the toes of her sneakers. She pouted, glaring at the grate.
Her penny winked, as warm as a cookie out of the oven. Meadow thought it would be hot to the touch after sitting in the sun for so long, like her dark hair and ankle socks, if she could only reach it.
She stamped her foot. It had been such a good day.