Hattie’s Five-Snack Secret — Behind the picnic bench, Hattie nudged five crunchy snacks into a neat row. Read the full story →
Behind the picnic bench, Hattie nudged five crunchy snacks into a neat row. She had made herself a secret challenge: carry every snack to the red bowl by the tall grass before eating even one. The lawn smelled warm and clover-sweet. Plink, plink went her feet through the dew as she waddled out from her cozy shady spot.
Halfway there, a snack rolled under her tongue. Oh, it was salty. Oh, it was round. Hattie shut her beak and waited while a bee bumbled past—zzzz-bup! At the bowl, she opened wide, and one, two, three, four, five snacks tumbled down. “I did it,” she whispered, then ate the smallest crumb left on her bill. Next time you spot those falling snacks, keep Hattie’s secret: patience can sound like plink, plink.