Quinn’s First Balloon Hill — Every day, Quinn rolled three slow circles around the fairground rise, counting, “One bump, two bumps, stop!” She wanted to carry her heart balloons to the top without squeaking her brakes, but the hill smelled like dusty popcorn and looked very tall. Read the full story →
Every day, Quinn rolled three slow circles around the fairground rise, counting, “One bump, two bumps, stop!” She wanted to carry her heart balloons to the top without squeaking her brakes, but the hill smelled like dusty popcorn and looked very tall.
One windy afternoon, Quinn gave herself a tiny challenge: one brave roll past the first bump. Whoosh! The balloons tugged up, her tires thump-thumped, and the loose hearts on her hood fluttered like wings. Because she kept rolling, the balloons rose higher. Because they rose higher, the picnic trucks below saw them and cheered, “Go, Quinn!”
At last Quinn bumped onto the top and honked once—peep! The balloons bobbed in two bright bunches behind her, pointing the way for the whole fairground parade. Next time you spot those heart balloons, can you find the hill that smelled like dusty popcorn?
