Tavi’s Borrowed Snowflake — Under a hushy hill of snow, Tavi tucked his red scarf tassel under his paw. Read the full story →
Under a hushy hill of snow, Tavi tucked his red scarf tassel under his paw. Secret: that tassel was from his first winter blanket, and he rubbed it whenever he wanted Christmas to feel close. But the den sounded too quiet—no jingles, no giggles, just shhh-shhh snow on the roof. Then a giant snowflake tapped the door like a tiny crystal knuckle.
Tavi padded outside to give it back to the cloud it fell from. The snow squeaked cold under his feet, and a pine branch brushed powder down his nose—achoo! He lost one scarf tassel in the drift, but the snowflake flashed brighter, showing three little field mice shivering beside the hill. “Want some Christmas?” Tavi whispered. He shared his scarf fringe for blankets, and their squeaks rang like bells. When he climbed home, the den was not quiet anymore. It held mouse-laughter, pine smell, and one bright secret snowflake; can you spot the one that followed Tavi back?
