Maribel’s Marigold Mix-Up — The flower-shaped eyes on the skull seem perfectly calm, but the candles around the dress are flickering as if they just heard a very funny secret. Read the full story →
The flower-shaped eyes on the skull seem perfectly calm, but the candles around the dress are flickering as if they just heard a very funny secret. High above, the papel picado banners rustled even though there was no wind, and one little cutout flower near the center winked.
That was when Maribel, the skeleton in the giant sombrero, discovered an unexpected guest hiding behind the marigolds on her hat: a tiny trumpet-playing cricket. “I came for the parade,” squeaked the cricket, “but I may have eaten the note with the directions.” Maribel lifted one bony hand, the one holding the bunch of flowers, and tried not to laugh. Can you find the raised hand with the marigolds? That is where the cricket planned to sit like a royal bandleader.
Before the first dance step, the cricket blew one squeaky toot. Three candles on the right wobbled, the two skulls beside them looked shocked, and Maribel’s skirt swished so wide that the heart patterns nearly marched away. Can you spot the skull tucked near the lower left flowers? He was the only one clapping on the beat. By the time the banners stopped rustling, Maribel had a parade, a cricket band, and absolutely no idea who had invited the giggling paper flower.
