Tula’s Secret Snow Game — Under a woolly-white sky, Tula tapped her claws on a cold branch: tick, tick, hush. She had invented a game called Snow-For-You. Read the full story →
Under a woolly-white sky, Tula tapped her claws on a cold branch: tick, tick, hush. She had invented a game called Snow-For-You. Each time a snowflake landed on her scarf, she whispered a kind thought and let the wind carry it away.
One flake was for the sleepy fox den. One was for the creek under ice. One was for the moon, waiting behind clouds. “No one has to know,” Tula said, and her breath made a tiny silver puff.
Then the wind turned soft as a wing. The flakes she had sent came drifting back, each one wearing a mitten shape in the air, waving hello. Far below, the fox den sighed warm, the creek tinkled, and the hidden moon brightened the snow. Next time you spot Tula’s snowflakes and mittens, can you guess which quiet gift is still floating by?
