The Crumb Basket Map — Beside the whispery brook, Pekah tucked three dry crumbs into his tiny reed basket and tapped its rim—tok, tok, tok! Read the full story →
Beside the whispery brook, Pekah tucked three dry crumbs into his tiny reed basket and tapped its rim—tok, tok, tok! He liked to race the water’s sparkle from stone to stone, then sit under the broad tree where the leaves clapped over his head. “Save a seat for me,” he called to the ravens as their wings whooshed low over the reeds.
The basket was plain, but Pekah carried it everywhere because its bent handle fit his hand exactly. Each evening, new scratches appeared on the bottom: a curve, a dot, a wiggly line. Pekah thought they were from rocks—until one raven dropped a round bit of bread and pointed its beak at the marks.
The scratches matched the brook: bend, stone, tree. The ravens had been making him a map of their shared supper place. Pekah laughed so hard the leaves shook. Next time you spot the little basket, see if its secret map still says tok, tok, tok.
