The Egg That Tapped Back — Every morning, Bree painted one slow stripe before snack. Swish, wait, swish, wait. Read the full story →
Every morning, Bree painted one slow stripe before snack. Swish, wait, swish, wait. She wanted the neatest egg for the spring shelf, but her brush always wiggled when the curtains flapped.
One day, an egg in the basket went tap-tap. Bree poked it with her brush. Tap-tap-tappity! Because of that, she waited instead of painting. Because of THAT, the egg rolled out, bumped the red jar, and made a tiny dotted trail across the table.
“Hey, I’m not finished!” Bree giggled. At last, she followed the dots and painted her stripe right between them. The egg sat still, proud as a button. Next time you spot the brush in Bree’s hand, can you guess which egg went tap-tap?