The Eighth Door Opens — Behind the bookcase, Junie kept a tiny star block that clicked softly in her pocket. Read the full story →
Behind the bookcase, Junie kept a tiny star block that clicked softly in her pocket. She wanted everyone to hear its hidden chime, but it only made one little tok, then went quiet as dust smelled warm in the sunny playroom.
Junie stacked one block, then two, then three. The tower wobbled past four, five, six, and seven. At eight, the star block flashed against her palm. “Listen!” she whispered. Ding-ding-ding! The huge round eight on the rug seemed to open like two doors, and the joy rang out for every shelf, chair, and sleepy book. Ever since, eight has meant a sound too happy to keep secret—can you find the star block that started it?