Sela’s Secret Mailbox Game — From the warm window seat, Sela tapped three cards on her knee: tap, tap, tap. She had invented the Secret Mailbox Game—leave a card for someone, never say who sent it. Read the full story →
From the warm window seat, Sela tapped three cards on her knee: tap, tap, tap. She had invented the Secret Mailbox Game—leave a card for someone, never say who sent it. The first card had a sun for Mr. Finch, whose shovel scraped the walk each morning. The second had a moon for baby Dot, who cried at bedtime. The third was blank, waiting for the best idea. Snow whispered against the glass, and cinnamon toast smelled sweet behind her.
Sela pulled on her hat and stepped into the hush. Crunch, crunch, her boots made tiny tunnels to the mailbox. The cold nipped her paws, so she tucked one mitten around the blank card and drew a little heart with her pencil stub. Then she saw Mrs. Wren’s newspaper lying wet in the snow. Sela wrapped it in both mittens and set it by the door. “Secret,” she whispered. Back inside, her paws tingled, but her chest felt warm as toast. Can you spot the card that started the Secret Mailbox Game?