Della and the Golden Drop — After the rain, a minty smell curled over Della’s leaf. She tapped her tiny feet, wanting one cool sip from the far blade of grass where dew always tasted sweetest. Read the full story →
After the rain, a minty smell curled over Della’s leaf. She tapped her tiny feet, wanting one cool sip from the far blade of grass where dew always tasted sweetest.
Down she climbed, past buzzing bees and a snail trail that shone like glass. The rainbow made no sound, and that was strange. Della paid for her trip with one wet shoe and one sticky knee. “What’s hiding?” she whispered.
Under the curled edge of her own leaf, a tiny drop glowed gold. It tasted like sunshine and mint. Della carried the secret back in her smile; can you find the golden drop where nobody thought to look, after the rain?