Word Family Windmill

The old farm windmill creaked in the breeze. Suzy had painted letters on its blades.

"It's a word windmill," she said. "The middle says AT. Spin it to make new words!"

Little Thunder gave it a push. Whirr! The blade stopped on C.

"C, at. Cat!" he read.

"Real word," said Spike. "Spin again."

Whirr! H. "Hat!" Whirr! B. "Bat!"

"They all end in AT," said Little Thunder. "They're a family!"

"A word family," said Suzy. "They rhyme, too."

Little Thunder spun once more. Z!

"Zat?" He frowned. "Is zat a word?"

"Nope," laughed Spike. "That's a made-up word."

Suzy changed the middle to OG. They spun and read dog, log, frog and fog.

"Dog!" barked Spike. "That's definitely real. And so am I!"

Then the wind blew hard. The windmill spun faster and faster.

"Pat, mat, sat, rat!" shouted Little Thunder.

"Slow down," giggled Suzy. "Even windmills need a rest!"