When the rain finally stopped and the sun came out, Peppa looked around at the blanket tent, the cardboard cave, and the scattered cushions. She wasn’t sad anymore.
"It’s not fair," Peppa grumbled, looking out at the gray rain.
"Hooray!" squealed Peppa and George. George loved dinosaurs more than anything.
"Oh dear," said Mummy Pig, looking at the car window. "The radio says the Dino-Discovery Adventure Park is closed because of the thunderstorm."
Peppa found an old sheet and draped it over a chair. "And this is our fossil tent!" she shouted. She grabbed a paintbrush and pretended to brush sand away from a giant bone she’d drawn on a piece of paper.
They packed a picnic, buckled their seatbelts in the little blue car, and set off. Peppa was so excited she could hardly sit still. But after ten minutes of driving, the sky turned dark. Drip. Drop. Splash. It started to rain. Then it poured.
Daddy Pig smiled. "That’s right, Peppa. The best treasure isn’t always at the end of a map. Sometimes, it’s right in your own living room."
When plans change and you feel disappointed, you can still create your own fun with imagination and the people you love. You don’t always need a ticket to a special place to have a special day.
Peppa’s ears perked up. She and George carefully jumped from cushion to cushion, pretending crocodiles were in the water below.
Daddy Pig parked the car. "Sometimes," he said, "we can’t change the weather, but we can change what we do."
Then Daddy Pig got a cardboard box. "This isn’t a box," he said. "It’s a dinosaur cave!" George’s eyes went wide. He crawled inside and roared his loudest roar.
"Daddy," she said, hugging his big round tummy. "We didn’t get to go to the Dino Park. But we made our own adventure. And it was even better because we did it together."
Back at home, Peppa sat on the sofa, bored. "There’s nothing to do," she moaned.
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