Bram and the Blue Bend — Under the burrow shelf, Bram tapped an empty sign: B, b, but no blue stone to finish it. Read the full story →
Under the burrow shelf, Bram tapped an empty sign: B, b, but no blue stone to finish it. He packed a biscuit, pushed his little boat from the muddy bank, and let the brook carry him past reeds that hissed, “B-b-b.” The oar splashed cold drops onto his paws. Around the first bend, a silver ripple bumped the boat and whispered, “Not there.”
Bram gave his biscuit to a hungry water beetle riding the ripple. “Where, then?” he asked. The beetle clicked its tiny feet and pointed to a daisy on the shore. Beneath it was no stone, only a blue petal shaped like a small b. Bram brought it home and tucked it on his sign. Now the burrow door looked as if it had always been waiting for him. Next time you see the boat by the bend, can you spot the secret blue place Bram was meant to find?
