Gus Touches the Moonstone — Under the soft river mud, Gus tucked his whiskers close and made himself a secret dare: touch the pale moonstone past the tallest grass before the minnows woke. Read the full story →
Under the soft river mud, Gus tucked his whiskers close and made himself a secret dare: touch the pale moonstone past the tallest grass before the minnows woke. The water smelled leafy and cool. Swish, swish went the reeds. He slipped out from his snug root hollow, belly low over the pebbles.
A crayfish snapped, “Careful there!” and Gus almost zipped home. One whisker bumped a cold stone. One grass blade tickled his nose. He paid his little price with a trembly tail and kept going. Tap! His whisker touched the moonstone. It was smooth as soap. Back in his hollow, Gus did not hide his whiskers anymore. Next time you spot those long feelers, can you keep his secret dare?