Pip Waits for Pop — On the stump stage, Pip held his white puff on his head. He sat still. Read the full story →
On the stump stage, Pip held his white puff on his head. He sat still. Hoo… hoo… The puff smelled like rain and tickled his feathers.
The crickets clicked. The beetles tapped. Pip did not peck it. Pip did not poke it. “Not yet,” he whispered.
Then—pop! The puff made one tiny toot, not rain at all. It was a giggle cloud! Pip laughed, the bugs danced, and next time you see his big round eyes, can you spot the puff that went pop?
