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."
Mummy Pig had an idea. "Let’s play a game. The rain is our river. The sofa cushions are our stepping stones. We have to cross the living room without touching the carpet." Peppa Pig
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. Daddy Pig smiled
It was a bright, sunny morning. Peppa Pig was jumping in muddy puddles in her red boots when Daddy Pig came out with a big map. Sometimes, it’s right in your own living room