Kip’s Sugar Compass — Every morning, Kip tied his paper sugar compass to his apron string and ran the flower maze, delivering warm donuts before the daisies opened. Read the full story →
Every morning, Kip tied his paper sugar compass to his apron string and ran the flower maze, delivering warm donuts before the daisies opened. He had made the compass from a bottle cap, a crumb of caramel glass, and a needle borrowed from the ribbon stall; it pointed toward the sweetest smell. One breezy morning, it spun wildly. The path of sugar stones had moved, and the Spring Dash bell clanged early—clang, clang, clang!
Because of that, Kip ducked under tulip leaves and found the decorating cart tipped in the mint patch, its icing bags hissing like tiny snakes. Because of that, he squeezed pink loops, pressed candy stripes onto egg shells, and shaped two tall ears from dough with his own sticky hands. “Hold still, little hopcake,” he laughed.
At last, the compass stopped trembling and pointed straight to the parade gate, where Kip carried his bunny donut through pollen-bright air. The crowd cheered so loudly the daisies shook. Next time you spot those tall ears among the flowers, see if you can find the round place where Kip’s sugar compass pointed home.
