Pip’s Secret Star Badge — Behind the tall grass, before the birds were fully awake, Pip whispered, “I’m making my own badge.” His door said HAPPY STAR, but one spot felt plain as toast. Read the full story →
Behind the tall grass, before the birds were fully awake, Pip whispered, “I’m making my own badge.” His door said HAPPY STAR, but one spot felt plain as toast. Pip rolled out of his cozy tire nest and followed the damp creek path, where smooth clay waited under cold, squishy mud.
Squelch! His giant tires got brown stripes. A twig scratched his bumper, and a beetle tickled his wheel. Pip pressed the clay flat, pinched five points, and stamped it with a tiny pebble. It was lumpy. It was crooked. It was his.
Back in the meadow, Pip stuck the clay star beside his window and grinned so wide his grille wiggled. If you spot the little stars all over Pip, keep one secret: the proudest one is the one he made himself, behind the tall grass.
