The First Share-Bow — Behind the hum-hum daisies, Zadie tucked one tiny tickle-spark under her chin. She wanted to keep it until moon-snack time, when it would fizz like orange soda on her tongue. Read the full story →
Behind the hum-hum daisies, Zadie tucked one tiny tickle-spark under her chin. She wanted to keep it until moon-snack time, when it would fizz like orange soda on her tongue. But the meadow felt too quiet, and her unicorn friend Nella tapped a hoof in the soft grass.
“Psst,” Nella said. “That big daisy has a button.” No one ever looked in a daisy’s middle, so Zadie pressed it with her nose. Pop! Out jumped seven bright stripes, smelling like rain and warm sugar. Zadie laughed so hard the spark bounced into Nella’s smile, then up, up, up across the clouds. Ever since, when joy is too big for one friend, it stretches into a rainbow to share—can you spot where Zadie’s secret first popped free?
