Rebecca Jane and Willie Smith

Chapter One

Brother and sister Willie and Rebecca Jane Smith carefully walked down the rocky path to the bottom of the ravine.

To catch his breath, Willie sat down in the tattered old wicker chair under a Vitex tree. It was a cool, shady spot where a wide, deep, pond formed at the base of a small waterfall.

Rebecca Jane said, “Whew! I love to take a walk but that was a longer hike than I expected.

They paused for a few minutes listening to the sound of rushing water and feeling the mist on their faces. They rested there.

Willie tilted his head to one side. He said, “I’m not sure but I think I hear the sound of a banjo playing in the distance.”

Rebecca said, “That’s funny, brother. I was just thinking that I smell food cooking. Get up! Let’s investigate!”

They hiked down the mountainside to a dirt road. No cars were driving by but they stayed along the edge and safely walked single-file. Rebecca was in the lead.

Chapter Two

As they walked along, more people joined them, heading in the same direction. They saw a sign and stopped to read it.

The sign said -- TODAY ONLY! Blue Grass Music Festival.

Willie said, “We are so lucky to find this special place. I didn’t know that grass could be blue.”

“Like jazz music and rock music, blue grass is a type of music,” said Rebecca Jane.

A man dressed up in a nice suit, with a flower pinned on it, was sitting on a wooden stool next to his banjo. It looked like a small, round, guitar with silver metal screws.

Just as the music began, the brother and sister found a spot in the shade to sit on the ground. They were happy and couldn’t stop smiling.

Willie noticed that his foot was tapping to the rhythm. People began to dance and Rebecca joined them. She said, “I know your favorite color is green but blue grass is my favorite kind of music.

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