Zazie Counts the Moonsteps — Past the squeaky gate, Zazie tapped each flat stone with her boot. She had given herself a challenge: count every porch board before the bat made one loop around the chimney. Read the full story →
Past the squeaky gate, Zazie tapped each flat stone with her boot. She had given herself a challenge: count every porch board before the bat made one loop around the chimney. Tap-tap, thump-thump! The cold air smelled like pumpkin and dusty wood, and the old house leaned close as if listening.
“One, two, three—zoom!” Zazie raced up the steps. A round face popped into the tall window, not scary at all, just grinning with tiny fangs and bumpy horns. Then the twist came from above: every time Zazie shouted a number, one star blinked brighter, as if the sky was playing too. By the time she reached the last board, the moon, the bat, the pumpkin, and the window friend had all joined her count; can you find the place where Zazie’s next tap would start again?
