How October Got Its Sign — Under the hush-hush moon, Junie filled her cape pockets with tiny paper moons. She had set herself a challenge: give every porch on Crooked Lane one soft glow before bedtime. Read the full story →
Under the hush-hush moon, Junie filled her cape pockets with tiny paper moons. She had set herself a challenge: give every porch on Crooked Lane one soft glow before bedtime. The wind smelled like dry leaves and pumpkin seeds, and her boots went scuff, scuff, scuff past sleeping fences.
At the last house, her joy felt too big for her pockets. “Everyone should know this night is for sharing,” Junie whispered. A loose wooden sign bumped her knee. She painted one careful word on it, planted it beside the curvy path, and the bats squeaked as if clapping. Ever since, October has kept its sign by the road to welcome every glow, grin, and pumpkin. Can you find where Junie’s big shared joy landed under the hush-hush moon?
