Saffi’s First Door Knock — Behind the snack table, where frosting smelled like vanilla clouds, Saffi tucked her hooves under her and counted three breaths. Read the full story →
Behind the snack table, where frosting smelled like vanilla clouds, Saffi tucked her hooves under her and counted three breaths. She had set herself a secret challenge: leave her cozy corner and ask the ribbon twins for one gold tassel to finish the birthday banner. Easy, she told nobody. Almost easy.
Across the room, the floorboards clicked under her hooves. Confetti brushed her ankles like paper beetles. Then—pop!—a curled streamer snapped loose and bounced off her party hat. Saffi froze so hard her horn felt cold. One cupcake cherry rolled away, and she gave up a nibble of her own sprinkled cupcake to trade for it. “Just one tassel, please,” she whispered.
The twins handed her not gold, but a tiny star wand with ribbons already tied to it. Saffi carried it back, cheeks warm, and lifted it beneath the banner. The room seemed to grin with her. If you spot the star by her hat, keep the secret: that was the knock on the door she made all by herself.
