Bree Opens the Sweet Compass — Beside the fizzy river, Bree zipped between picnic blankets with a cake box hugged to her chest. Read the full story →
Beside the fizzy river, Bree zipped between picnic blankets with a cake box hugged to her chest. She wanted everyone at the boat-launch party to taste the first slice before the lantern race began. The box smelled like berries and sugar, and the ribbon tickled her wrists as she hopped over rope coils and shiny puddles. “Save room!” she called, and the ducks answered, quack-quack, like tiny trumpets.
When Bree set the heart cake on its stand, the cream swirls made a bumpy trail around the top. She followed them with one finger: strawberry, blueberry, flower, heart. At the very center, where nobody thought to look because it was plain and smooth, a paper curl peeked from under the frosting edge. Bree tugged it free. It was a map to the best viewing spot for the lanterns, signed by every baker in town. Soon the whole picnic was marching there together, laughing so loudly the river seemed to sparkle louder. Can you spot the secret place where Bree found the shared surprise?
