Dad and the kids were building a tree house.
They had wood, nails, and tools.
Harry picked up the tape measure.
"Can I measure?" asked Oliver.
"Not now," said Harry.
"It's my job."
Oliver sighed.
Emmy marked the wood with a pencil.
"Can I do that?" asked Oliver.
"No," said Emmy.
"I'm doing it."
Oliver sighed again.
Dad plugged in the saw.
"Can I use the saw?" asked Oliver.
"No," said Dad.
"The saw is very dangerous."
Oliver kicked the dirt.
Dad cut the wood.
The saw was really loud.
Harry and Emmy covered their ears.
Oliver picked up a small piece of wood.
Then he walked away.
Dad, Harry, and Emmy grabbed the hammers.
They nailed the wood together.
They built a ladder, a floor, and walls.
Finally the tree house was finished.
"Wow!" said Harry.
"Our tree house looks great."
"Where is Oliver?" asked Dad.
"I don't know," said Emmy.
They looked all over for Oliver.
Harry heard a banging sound.
"Someone is hammering," he said.
They ran back to the tree house.
"Whew!" said Emmy.
"There's Oliver."
"Thank you, Oliver!" said Dad.
"Your sign is perfect!"
