Pippa’s Secret Spark — On the pine workbench, Pippa rolled with a clink-clink and wrapped her stripe by herself. She wanted a parade shine. Read the full story →
On the pine workbench, Pippa rolled with a clink-clink and wrapped her stripe by herself. She wanted a parade shine. Snip went paper. Twist went cord. Her fingers smelled like glue and green needles.
She bounced. “I made it!” Then—ping!—a tiny spark peeked from under the cord, where nobody had looked. It was waiting to ride along.
Pippa shone with her own bright wiggle, and the secret spark shone too. Can you find the little ping beside Pippa’s parade shine?