The rain poured down the windows and Kyle felt more cooped up than the chickens in the backyard. 

“Will you play I-spy with me Grandma?” Kyle asked. 

Grandma sighed. “I wish I could dear, but my eyes don’t work so well anymore. Why don’t you get your chores done. You can use my raincoat.” 

Kyle nodded. “Okay, I’ll be back in a few minutes.” 

Kyle put the rubber raincoat on and slipped into his mucking boots. 

The water dripped off his hood as he ran to the chicken coop. 

His chickens greeted him with gusto. 

He scooped up the feed with his hands. It was rough and gritty. 

Kyle’s Light Brahmas clucked and pecked the feed.

Next, He collected eggs. The straw was stringy compared to the smooth eggs nested inside it. 

Kyle picked up a beautiful white feather from the floor and let it drift for a moment in the air. 

Then he got an idea. “If Grandma can’t see to play I-spy maybe she could feel it instead.” 

Kyle grabbed a pail and set his idea in motion. 

The rain continued to plip-plop as he ran back to the house carrying his new game. 

“Grandma! I’ve got a way we can play I-spy together.” Kyle placed the bucket in her lap.

“Really? Tell me.” 

“I-spy something fluffy!” Kyle said.

“Fluffy?” Grandma laughed reaching into the bucket. “Found it!” Grandma pulled out the beautiful feather he’d found in the chicken coop. 

“My turn.” Grandma said, “I-spy something, squishy…” 

Kyle looked in the bucket. “But Grandma, I didn’t bring in anything squishy.”

“Feel around then at other things close by.” Grandma had a mischievous smile that let Kyle know she was trying to stump him. 

Kyle looked around. He liked a good challenge.

“You’re tapioca pudding is squishy!” Kyle announced. 

“Yes! It’s also sweet. I like this version of I-spy. Your turn,” Grandma said reaching into the bucket.

Author Information: Hannah Deurloo is a children’s book writer and can be found on Twitter @HSDeurloo or online at QuestType.com.