Pip and the Quiet Bell — Before breakfast, Pip tucked three striped seeds under his warm wing. He wanted to save them for the squeaky ladder game, but the seed bowl smelled toasty and good. Read the full story →
Before breakfast, Pip tucked three striped seeds under his warm wing. He wanted to save them for the squeaky ladder game, but the seed bowl smelled toasty and good. Then a pale moon-moth slipped through the leafy window, wings dusty as flour.
“I am too tired to find my flower,” whispered the moth. Pip glanced at his hidden seeds. No one was watching. Plink, plink, plink—he dropped all three into the little bell cup, where their smell called the moth to rest and nibble. The bell gave one soft chime, not loud, not proud. Ever since, playroom bells jingle gently at breakfast, remembering Pip’s quiet gift; can you spot the bell that first said plink?