Junie’s Cherry-Ring Dash — Every afternoon, Junie raced laps around the sugar racetrack, tapping each cherry pair with her wooden token before the parade bell clanged. Read the full story →
Every afternoon, Junie raced laps around the sugar racetrack, tapping each cherry pair with her wooden token before the parade bell clanged. She had set herself one rule: no missed cherries, no slow steps. The air smelled like cocoa and cold cream, and the frosting ridges squeaked under her shoes.
Until one day, a drumroll shook loose a storm of chocolate curls. Because of that, her usual path vanished under brown spirals. Because of that, Junie had to leap from rosette to rosette, ducking leafy stems and shouting, “Make way for the cherry round!” The crowd below roared like popping sugar.
At last, she stopped trying to find the old track. She used the curls as ramps, the cherries as gates, and the frosting swirls as turns. When the bell rang, Junie stood right in the center, breathless and grinning, knowing the wild new course fit her feet perfectly. Next time you spot the cherry pairs, can you trace Junie’s laps around the sugar racetrack?
