Jory’s Tickly Arrow — Clip-clop, clip-clop went Jory’s hooves on the stone bridge. He held his bow up high and whispered, “I can cross to the tall pines.” The river made shushy sounds below. Read the full story →
Clip-clop, clip-clop went Jory’s hooves on the stone bridge. He held his bow up high and whispered, “I can cross to the tall pines.” The river made shushy sounds below.
Clip-clop, grin-grin, Jory stood taller. His arrows tapped his shoulder: tik, tik, tik.
Then one arrow sneezed. “A-choo!” Out popped a tiny pine sprite, hiding in the feather fluff.
Jory laughed so hard his tail swished. He crossed with the sprite riding along, brave and tickly. Can you find the quiver where the sneeze began?