I Can Climb

I am a big boy now.

I can climb up the steps.

But I cannot climb down again.
I can climb on a chair.
I climb on to the chair,
and then on the table!
But I cannot climb down again.
“Papa! Papa!” I shout.
Papa laughs. “Son, learn to climb down!”
he says.
I am afraid. But I do not cry.
Slowly, I get down from the table, and
down from the chair. m
At last, I have learnt to climb down too!
Questions:
1. Where did I climb?
Steps, chair and table.
2. Did I able to climb down at first?
No.
3. Did I able to climb down at last?
Yes.
4. Did I cry?
No.
5. Why?
Because I am a big boy now.