Chapter 23: RedfieldMatt ran across the back yard, dove, and grabbed the red Frisbee.
“Good catch,” Jon-Allen shouted.
“That should be our new rule,” Matt said. “You have to dive every time.” He stood and flung the Frisbee to the new kid, Sam, who laughed and dove into the bushes as he caught it.
“This is the best rule ever!” Jon-Allen said.
Sam threw the Frisbee to Jon-Allen, and he did a belly flop on the grass with a grunt.
Tears poured from Matt’s eyes as he laughed; he could hardly breathe. “That wasn’t a dive. What was that?”
Jon-Allen groaned and chuckled at the same time as he rolled on the ground. “I don’t know what that was.”
“It’s time for supper, boys!” Auntie Helen called.
Matt followed Sam and Jon-Allen inside, sweating and grass-stained.
“Wash up before you sit down
