Bix Finds the Puddle Signal — Under the whispery rain trees, Bix set himself a little challenge: step into the new puddle after the garden lantern blinked out. Read the full story →
Under the whispery rain trees, Bix set himself a little challenge: step into the new puddle after the garden lantern blinked out. The puddle was dark as blueberry jam, and each raindrop tapped it—tip, tip, tip—like a secret code. Bix tucked his beak close. Something silver shivered under the surface. “Just one stamp,” he told the wet leaves.
He lifted his orange foot and splashed down. Plap! Water jumped high, and round rings ran away from his toes. From the shadowy reeds came three tiny answers: plip, plip, plip. The puddle had been waiting for someone brave enough to wake it, so it could send messages to every puddle on the lane. Ever since, duck feet have made circles when they stamp, calling, “Rain is here!” Next time you see the rings around Bix’s foot, can you spot the secret signal starting?
