Pippa’s Harbor Shape Game — Beside the harbor, Pippa tapped her tail in the soft grass and made up a new game. Read the full story →
Beside the harbor, Pippa tapped her tail in the soft grass and made up a new game. She would watch each little boat, then guess what shape its white wake would draw on the shiny blue water. “That one is a spoon!” she whispered as gulls squeaked over the bridge.
More boats came putt-putt-putting past the tall shell roofs. One wake curled like a smile. Another made a long wiggly noodle. Pippa’s ears twitched in the warm sun, and her guesses ran farther than the waves.
Then the sun slid behind a cloud, and the water turned silver. All the wakes joined together—not a spoon, not a noodle, but the bumpy edge of a huge land she knew with her paws. Next time you see the harbor, can you find the game that began with one soft tap of Pippa’s tail?
