Pip’s Secret Sprinkle Spoon — Behind the school courtyard, Pip patted one soft cake layer onto another. Plop, squish, pat! Read the full story →
Behind the school courtyard, Pip patted one soft cake layer onto another. Plop, squish, pat! He wanted to build the tallest snack for the dessert parade using only his own two hands. In his pocket was a bent little spoon that looked plain, but Pip tapped it three times before every sprinkle. “No peeking,” he told the giggling juice boxes.
The frosting slid in shiny waves, and cherries rolled like tiny red marbles. Pip added a happy face, then poked the spoon into the top with a wiggle. Everyone gasped. The spoon was not for tasting at all—it was his measuring stick, and the cake was exactly one Pip-spoon tall. He bowed so proudly that a cherry bounced. If you spot the fork nearby, maybe it is waiting to measure the first bite.
