Pip Shares the Whistle Wind — Every day, Pip pumped his mint-green bicycle down the meadow path, dinging his bell once at the bend and racing the clouds home before snack. Read the full story →
Every day, Pip pumped his mint-green bicycle down the meadow path, dinging his bell once at the bend and racing the clouds home before snack. The flower basket on his handlebars bobbed and smelled like sunshine and dirt. “Fast, fast, fast!” Pip called, his tires zipping over warm, dusty stones.
Until one day, a tiny wind-sprite tumbled out of a cloud and landed plop among the smiling flowers. Because of that, the petals began to whistle—tweet, toot, whee! Because of that, rabbits popped from the grass, beetles clicked along, and even the clouds drifted lower to hear. Pip tried to speed away, but the music grew bigger when he slowed down. Finally, he rode in loops along the curvy path, ringing his bell while everyone followed the flower tunes. If you spot that little heart dangling from the basket, keep this secret: it saved one extra tweet for the next rider who whispers, “Fast, fast, fast!”
