Junie’s Pumpkin Secret — Under the porch bench, Junie batted a tiny silver bell that made only a dull clink. Read the full story →
Under the porch bench, Junie batted a tiny silver bell that made only a dull clink. She wanted it to sing for the October moon, so she slipped from her warm basket and padded across the cool stoop. Crunch, crunch went the dry leaves. A bat squeaked above the rail, and Junie tucked her tail tight.
The biggest pumpkin smelled like rain and cinnamon. Junie nudged its carved grin, and—secret—something jingled inside. “Who hid music in there?” she whispered. She climbed in, paws first, and found a golden acorn bell waiting in the hollow. Back in her basket, it rang ting-ting, just right. If you listen with your eyes, can you spot where Junie popped out with October’s secret?
