The Sprinkle Under the Plate — Behind the warm bakery counter, Junie tapped an empty sprinkle jar: tick, tick, nothing. The giant Christmas cupcake needed one red sprinkle for its very top. Read the full story →
Behind the warm bakery counter, Junie tapped an empty sprinkle jar: tick, tick, nothing. The giant Christmas cupcake needed one red sprinkle for its very top. Outside, the window glowed blue with snow, and the bell on the door gave a tiny shiver. Junie pulled on her scarf. “I can go,” she whispered.
Across the quiet shop she went, past candy jars that smelled like peppermint and butter cookies. The floor felt cold through her socks. She reached the front display, but her scarf snagged on a gift bow and one mitten slipped away under the tree. Junie kept going anyway.
At the cupcake plate, she peeked where nobody ever looked—under the rim. There lay one red sprinkle, safe and shiny. She set it on top and hurried back, one hand bare but brave. Next time you see the plate, can you spot where Junie found her tick, tick, nothing?
