Mom’s red coat is warm and smells like paint, juice, mud and cookie crumbs!

Oops!
We need to wash it!

The wind blows the red coat off the washing line up into the air!
It flies over the fence!
It flies over the taxi!

Oops! Who did the coat fall on?

I run and grab it!

‘Found you, coat!’
The red coat smells like Mom again.

‘Oh!’

‘Found you, Mom! You’re back!’