Junie’s Stick-Shaped Secret — Behind the shed, Junie sniffed for the just-right stick. Not too poky. Read the full story →
Behind the shed, Junie sniffed for the just-right stick. Not too poky. Not too tiny. Sniff, snuff, snap!
She stepped past the soft grass to get a long one. Ouch—one burr tickled her paw. Then a cricket popped up and chirped, “Psst! That stick hums home.”
Junie carried it back, tail high, all thump-thump happy. In her nap spot, the stick smelled like sun, dirt, and the secret path. Can you spot the little leaves that heard Junie’s secret?