Hello, Pretty Robin

Henry's mom walks in at five thirty. Henry greets his mother with a smile. She returns it with her own weary one. He feels bad that his mother has to work so much. She complained about her boss Mr. Finch sometimes. She didn't like doing it though. For some reason she didn't want to ever tell Henry about her problems. But anyway, she always comes home at five thirty, sometimes later, smelling like food. She begins to make him supper while he goes to the refrigerator to get an orange creamsicle. He takes the wrapper off and turns on the t.v.
"Henry, you know I'm about to make dinner," she says.
"Mom, I want to eat this," Henry replies.
"Well, eat it over a bowl, you're going to drip," she says.
"I don't need a bowl, I'm fine," he hastily replies.
Henry's mother brings a small bowl over to Henry, then goes back to cooking supper. Henry puts the bowl on the table, and continues to watch cartoons. He doesn't understand why his mother is so bossy. Halfway through the popsicle, Henry drips some onto his orange-striped shirt. He becomes upset and puts the rest of the popsicle in the bowl and gets up to go to his room. Sitting in his room, Henry looks at an atlas his friend Lucy gave him. He draws lines to different cities and countries, making plans. It's not so much that Henry was interested in going to different places, or learning about different cultures, he just wanted to be on his own. He would go around the world by himself, with only a book-bag and lunch pail. No one would tell him what to do, or what food to eat or what country to visit next. He would be independent.
"Oh, Henry! Wash your hands. Supper's almost ready," said his mother.
Henry reluctantly dragged himself to the bathroom to wash his hands. At dinner Henry and his mother ate their supper while she asked him about his day. Sometimes he got tired of all of her questions. After supper, his mother told him to do his homework, and he did. It began to get dark and his mother told him to get ready for bed.
"Henry, did you brush your teeth?" she asked.
"Yes, mother," Henry replied.
"And said your prayers?" she asked.
"Already did them," he said.
"Okay well goodnight, love you," she said. And gave him a kiss on his forehead.
It was only eight thirty, and Henry wasn't even really that tired. Henry looked out of his window, and saw lampposts on around the neighborhood. He began to kick the sheets. He threw his bear on the floor. Henry was becoming restless, so he turned on the light. And then, an idea came into his head. Henry's mother had gone to bed by now, so she could wake up at five to go to work. Henry packed some things into his backpack- a blanket, small pillow, some comic books, a flashlight, and his Swiss army knife. He attached his little blue pup tent to his bookbag, then got dressed, putting his boots on last. He opened the door slowly; making sure no one was in the hall. He crept towards the kitchen and took a box of raisins, then made his way to the front door.
It was dark outside, but Henry had his flashlight. He decided to go east, so that way the sun would rise quicker. He walked a few blocks until he came upon a fence. Then he decided to take a raisin break. He saw a little wooden bench, so he decided to take a load off. He dropped a raisin and it rolled down his leg to the sidewalk. That's when he noticed the army of ants. They were busy at work, looking for food. So when they saw this giant raisin, they wasted no time in retrieving it. Henry was fascinated with the ants, wondering why they were up working at this hour. They were all working together trying to carry the raisin to their home. They must be a family, he thought. He sat very still so he wouldn't disturb them. He sat there for a little bit when all of a sudden a robin flew down. The robin, although pretty, was trying to steal the raisin. It was a shame, because the ants had worked so hard to bring it from near Henry's shoe to their ant hole. Henry thought Mr. Robin was being pretty selfish, so he stood up to scare him away. The robin, as soon as he noticed Henry, flew away to a nearby bush. Standing up he realized he was becoming tired.
Henry walked some more, not knowing where he was headed. His feet were leading the rest of him. Then, he found the perfect spot to set up camp. Lush and green, was this patch of grass. He took out his pup tent and began to set up. Being a boyscout, Henry was a pro at this. He had it set up in less than five minutes. Then he went inside and laid out his pillow and blanket and drifted into sleep.
The next morning Henry woke up because of birds chirping. He got up, tore down his tent and walked the few feet to his backdoor.
"Good morning, Henry. How was your sleep?" his mother asked.
"Fine, just fine," Henry replied.