Willa Finds Her Own Row — Under the warm leaves of her burrow, Willa tied her basket handle with plain string and frowned. She wanted the blue ribbon that made it feel like hers. Read the full story →
Under the warm leaves of her burrow, Willa tied her basket handle with plain string and frowned. She wanted the blue ribbon that made it feel like hers. The breeze smelled like damp dirt and carrot greens, so she stepped past her soft doorway and into the rows. Snip-snip went the grass. Plip went a dew drop on her nose. At the far row, a sleepy beetle blocked the path, and Willa gave him the last crumb from her pocket to pass.
Near the tulips, she tugged a carrot top that looked a little too curly. Up came not a carrot, but a tiny blue ribbon wrapped around a smooth pebble. A note said, “For the bunny who comes back.” Willa carried it home, tied it to her basket, and settled where the carrot leaves brushed her paws. “This row knows me,” she whispered. Can you find the basket that came back with Willa to the warm leaves?
