Baby Goose waddled beside Mama Goose, blinking curiously at the shiny round shapes. "I see wheels! They are so round and bright, and they look like they want to spin all the way down the trail," said Baby Goose. "That is a tricycle, little one, and its three wheels help it roll smoothly over the ground," answered Mama Goose.
Baby Goose stared at the tricycle with wide, amazed eyes and took a few tiny steps closer. "The tricycle is very fast, and I want to know what the tricycle does when someone rides it away from here," said Baby Goose. "Wheels let people go faster, and carry them along the path without making them walk every single step," explained Mama Goose. "After all, people cannot fly!"
Baby Goose tilted Baby Goose's head and looked down the winding trail as if it might reveal a secret. "Where do they go faster, Mama, and what wonderful place do the wheels hurry toward when they spin and spin?" asked Baby Goose. "The tricycle goes to the bike path, where many riders travel together and all kinds of wheels roll by in a happy line," said Mama Goose.
Baby Goose flapped tiny wings with excitement and hurried after Mama Goose. "Can we see the bike path, Mama? I want to look at every wheel and hear how they hum when they roll past us," said Baby Goose. "I have an idea. Let us follow this trail together, and soon you will see where the tricycles, bicycles, and many more wheels like to go," replied Mama Goose.
Baby Goose stopped in amazement, watching the spinning circles flash in the sun. "Wow! I see all the wheels! They are big wheels, little wheels, fast wheels, and bumpy wheels, and they all keep rolling along the path," exclaimed Baby Goose. "Yes, my dear, look closely: one, two, three wheels and many more, all turning together and helping everyone travel from place to place," said Mama Goose.
After all the watching and wondering, Baby Goose gave a sleepy yawn and leaned close to Mama Goose. "I am tired now. Let us fly back to the nest, because my eyes feel heavy after such a big day of looking at wheels," murmured Baby Goose. "Now it is time to close your eyes and go to sleep, and perhaps tomorrow you will dream of bright spinning wheels rolling down the sunny bike path," whispered Mama Goose.
