Pip Waits for the Wiggle — Every day, Pip pushed his bone across the playroom rug—squeak, squeak, squeak—while the toy trucks rattled and the blocks smelled dusty. Read the full story →
Every day, Pip pushed his bone across the playroom rug—squeak, squeak, squeak—while the toy trucks rattled and the blocks smelled dusty. He wanted the squeak to pop out loud enough to make the fish bowl blub. But one day the bone went clunk. No squeak. Pip sat on it, sniffed it, and gave one tiny, polite grr.
Because of that, he waited with both paws on the bone while his tail tick-tocked. Because of that, the quiet squeaker inside slowly slid loose. At last—PIP!—a rubber duck popped from the end and quacked at his nose. “Well, that was worth it,” Pip woofed. Next time you see his paws beside that bone, can you spot the pup who waited for the wiggle?