Fenn Waits for Gold — Every day, Fenn carried his tiny weather sign to Rainbow Ridge and waited for the pale stripe to shine gold. Read the full story →
Every day, Fenn carried his tiny weather sign to Rainbow Ridge and waited for the pale stripe to shine gold. The sign was only a stick and cloth to everyone else, but its little sun had been painted by his faraway sister, and Fenn tapped it whenever he missed her. Wind shushed through the grass. The squirrel brought acorn crumbs. The fox counted clouds. Still, the stripe stayed quiet.
Until one day, a low cloud slid over the real sun and the ridge turned cool as milk. Because of that, the bird tucked close to Fenn’s scarf. Because of that, Fenn lifted the sign higher, so its painted sun could peek over the rainbow. “Wait,” he whispered. At last, light spilled back, touching one stripe bright gold. Next time you see that little sign, can you find the patient gold Fenn waited for?
