Bixby Waits for Trouble — Every day, Bixby padded through the canopy maze at snack time, sniffing for squishberries and pretending not to hear the tiny “hee-hee” above him. Read the full story →
Every day, Bixby padded through the canopy maze at snack time, sniffing for squishberries and pretending not to hear the tiny “hee-hee” above him. Every day, a berry bounced off his nose, plip, and the vines shook like someone was laughing into a leaf. Bixby wanted to catch the prankster, but the branches were too high and his arms were, as usual, not helpful.
Until one day, he did not roar. He waited. Because of that, the jungle went still except for dripping moss and the buzz of blue flies. Because of THAT, a berry rolled out from a curled giant leaf near his foot—and so did a tiny wooden whistle, chewed with tooth marks. Bixby grinned his biggest toothy grin.
“Gotcha,” he whispered, and blew the whistle backward. PFFFT! From inside a hollow vine, three little compys tumbled out, dusty and giggling. Bixby had waited six whole snack times for that surprise. Next time you spot his lifted foot and sideways smile, check the leaves nearby—maybe the giggle is still hiding where nobody thought to look.
