-Squirrel
-Park ranger
-Swing

Hazel skipped excitedly towards the park, a bright smile on her face. Today was picnic day with her family, and the promise of sunshine and fun filled the air.

Hazel spotted a friendly-looking man approaching them as they spread out their blanket under a shady tree. He wore a bright green uniform and a wide smile.
"Hello there! I'm Mr. Brown, the park ranger," he greeted warmly. "Enjoying this beautiful day?"

Hazel smiled. "Yes, Mr. Brown! We're having a picnic."

"That sounds lovely," Mr. Brown chuckled. "Would you like to help me with something?"

Hazel's eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Of course!" she replied.
"See all those pretty flowers? I need to know how many there are, but I could use an extra pair of counting eyes."

Hazel's chest puffed with pride. "I can count!" she declared.
"Excellent! Let's start together. One red flower, two yellow flowers..."
"...Three orange flowers, four purple ones..." Her voice rose in excitement as she reached higher numbers.

Once they finished with the flowers, Mr. Brown suggested, "The swings over there look a little lonely. How many friends do they have?"

Hazel (running towards the swings): "One swing, two swings ........"

Mr. Hazel raced towards her, his booming laughter filling the air. "Three happy swings! They must be waiting for their friends to come play." Suddenly, a flash of brown caught Hazel's eye.

Hazel (pointing): "Look, Mr. Brown! Squirrels!"

Two fluffy squirrels scampered across the grass, gathering nuts. Brown giggled. "One squirrely friend, two squirrely friends..."

"Seems like they found enough nuts for both of them. Do you think there are more flowers or swings in the park?"

Hazel tilted her head, pondering for a moment. "Let's see..." she mumbled, carefully scanning both areas.
Mr. Brown (smiling patiently): "Remember, numbers can help us compare things too."

"There are more flowers!" Hazel exclaimed successfully.
"Great job, Hazel! Numbers can help us compare things too."

As the day went by, Hazel continued to find opportunities to count. She counted the slices of her apple, the green around them, and even the trees.

By the time it was time to leave, Hazel felt a surge of accomplishment. Counting wasn't just numbers anymore; it was a way to explore the world around her.
Mr. Brown (shaking Hazel's hand): "Thank you for helping me today," Mr. Brown said, shaking her hand. "Remember, the park is full of things to discover, and counting can help you along the way."

With a newfound appreciation for numbers, the park transformed into a world of fascinating things to be counted and explored.

The End