Pip and the Wandering Whorl — High in the leaf canopy, Pip heard tap-tap-tap from acorn caps landing below. Read the full story →
High in the leaf canopy, Pip heard tap-tap-tap from acorn caps landing below. He wanted one shiny cap for a tiny drum, so he slipped from his cozy stem and rode a soft orange breeze. Down he twirled past oak leaves, berry stems, and peppery black dots of seeds.
Halfway down, a curly wind-whorl bumped his edge. “Follow me,” it whispered, smelling like rain and bark. Pip followed, but the breeze tugged away one of his crisp points. At last the whorl set him beside a smooth acorn cap that rang, tink, when he tapped it.
Pip carried the cap back to a low branch, softer at the edges now. When he drummed, the whorl hummed with him. If you trace the curls between the acorns, can you hear Pip’s tap-tap-tap?