The Garden That Fit Nella — Under the warm meadow tent, Nella rolled from tray to tray, searching for a spot at the spring nest feast. Read the full story →
Under the warm meadow tent, Nella rolled from tray to tray, searching for a spot at the spring nest feast. The egg baskets were full, the flower plates were full, and the chick choir peeped, peep-peep, from the grass. Nella tucked her frosting bow close. She wanted one place that felt just her size. A butterfly tapped her ribbon. “Check the knot,” it whispered.
Nella wiggled the bow, and out slipped a tiny seed, sweet-smelling as honey and warm as sun on cake crumbs. She planted it where nobody had saved a seat. Soft green curled up, then blossoms opened around her, making a round little garden with room for eggs, chicks, and quiet wings. Ever since then, bunny cakes sit in spring grass, because the first one grew the place where she belonged. Can you find the bow that hid the seed?
