Lottie’s Donut Passing Game — Under the quiet branch roof, Lottie patted a sugar donut and whispered, “Pass it, tap it, thank it!” She had just invented a game for the harvest rest stop, but it needed three apple tokens from the cider stand before anyone could play. Read the full story →
Under the quiet branch roof, Lottie patted a sugar donut and whispered, “Pass it, tap it, thank it!” She had just invented a game for the harvest rest stop, but it needed three apple tokens from the cider stand before anyone could play.
Crunch, crunch, she stepped from her warm leaf nook. The air smelled like cinnamon peels. A gust rolled one token into a prickly burdock patch, and Lottie’s scarf caught burrs all along the edge. “Oof,” she said softly, tugging free.
At the stand, the cider mice traded her three red tokens for one small cup, then paused. The donut looked lonely in Lottie’s paws. So she changed the rules: pass the donut, sip the cider, say one glad thing out loud. By supper, joy had gone paw to paw. If you spot Lottie under the branches, can you imagine the next soft crunch, crunch?