The Lost Bicycle

On Saturday morning, Daniel went to the garage to get his bicycle. He wanted to ride to the lake with his friends. But the garage was empty. The bicycle, which his uncle had given him for his birthday, was gone.

On Saturday morning, Daniel went to the garage to get his bicycle. He wanted to ride to the lake with his friends. But the garage was empty. The bicycle, which his uncle had given him for his birthday, was gone.

Daniel felt sick. He ran into the kitchen and told his mother. She looked worried, but she stayed calm. "Let’s think," she said. "When did you use it last?" Daniel remembered that he had left it outside the library on Thursday. Maybe he had forgotten to lock it, and someone had taken it.

Daniel felt sick. He ran into the kitchen and told his mother. She looked worried, but she stayed calm. "Let’s think," she said. "When did you use it last?" Daniel remembered that he had left it outside the library on Thursday. Maybe he had forgotten to lock it, and someone had taken it.

He walked to the library, hoping to find some clues. The woman at the desk said she had not seen anything, but she suggested that he should ask the people in the street. Daniel talked to the baker, the man at the newspaper stand and a group of students. Nobody knew anything. By noon he was tired and hungry, and he was ready to give up.

He walked to the library, hoping to find some clues. The woman at the desk said she had not seen anything, but she suggested that he should ask the people in the street. Daniel talked to the baker, the man at the newspaper stand and a group of students. Nobody knew anything. By noon he was tired and hungry, and he was ready to give up.

On the way home, he passed the house of Mrs Rosen, an old lady who lived at the end of his street. She was standing in her garden, and she waved at him. "Daniel! I’ve been waiting for you," she called. "Come and see."

On the way home, he passed the house of Mrs Rosen, an old lady who lived at the end of his street. She was standing in her garden, and she waved at him. "Daniel! I’ve been waiting for you," she called. "Come and see."

Behind her house, against the wall, stood his bicycle. It was clean, and the front wheel had a new tyre. "On Thursday I saw it lying on the pavement," she explained. "The wheel was broken, so I asked my nephew to fix it. I didn’t know whose it was, but I thought the owner would come looking for it."

Behind her house, against the wall, stood his bicycle. It was clean, and the front wheel had a new tyre. "On Thursday I saw it lying on the pavement," she explained. "The wheel was broken, so I asked my nephew to fix it. I didn’t know whose it was, but I thought the owner would come looking for it."

Daniel could not stop smiling. He thanked her again and again. Mrs Rosen laughed and gave him a glass of lemonade and a piece of cake. When he finally rode home, he made a promise to himself: he would always lock his bicycle, and he would visit Mrs Rosen every week.

Daniel could not stop smiling. He thanked her again and again. Mrs Rosen laughed and gave him a glass of lemonade and a piece of cake. When he finally rode home, he made a promise to himself: he would always lock his bicycle, and he would visit Mrs Rosen every week.

That afternoon he still went to the lake, but first he stopped at the library. He wanted to tell the woman at the desk that the story had a happy ending.

That afternoon he still went to the lake, but first he stopped at the library. He wanted to tell the woman at the desk that the story had a happy ending.