Pip’s Quiet Moon Gift — Under the butter moon, Pip wanted one silver moon puff from the cloud by the crooked roof. “Soft, soft, for my bed,” he whispered. Read the full story →
Under the butter moon, Pip wanted one silver moon puff from the cloud by the crooked roof. “Soft, soft, for my bed,” he whispered. Whooo went the wind as he floated past the stones.
A tiny bat shivered by the bare tree. Pip wrapped his only ribbon around it, then whooshed on with cold hands. Behind the last cloud, where nobody looked, waited three moon puffs—one for Pip, two for sharing. Next time you see his big eyes, can you keep his quiet gift a secret?
