Tobin Waits for Moonseed — Under a thin moon, Tobin nosed the last loose leaf on his pumpkin suit. He wanted one moonseed, the silver kind that made costumes rustle with real autumn. Read the full story →
Under a thin moon, Tobin nosed the last loose leaf on his pumpkin suit. He wanted one moonseed, the silver kind that made costumes rustle with real autumn. The patch keeper had said, “Wait until the road hums.” But the curving road lay quiet, and cold grass tickled Tobin’s paws.
Then a tiny bat dropped from a bare branch and landed on the jack-o’-lantern’s stem. Its wings smelled like rain and chimney smoke. “Not yet,” it squeaked. Tobin followed it up the winding road toward the dark little house, though burrs tugged his tail and one costume leaf tore loose.
At the top, the bat pointed to the silent pumpkin. Tobin sat. He waited through five owl hoots, then six. At last the jack-o’-lantern’s grin filled with pale light, and a silver seed clicked onto Tobin’s nose. If you spot the happiest pumpkin costume, maybe you’ll know where the moonseed chose to shine under a thin moon.
