Mia’s Quietest Song — Under the small theater’s red curtains, Mia tapped her toes and hummed, “la-la, loo.” She wanted one shiny bell-chime for her bedtime song, the kind that made the air feel soft. Read the full story →
Under the small theater’s red curtains, Mia tapped her toes and hummed, “la-la, loo.” She wanted one shiny bell-chime for her bedtime song, the kind that made the air feel soft. The bell box was backstage, past the tickly velvet rope and the dusty music stands.
Mia tiptoed out. Her sock caught on a splintery board, and one silver sequin popped off her shoe. “Oh!” she whispered. Behind the old microphone, where nobody ever looked, a folded paper waited. It said, Please sing low. Baby mouse is sleeping in the wall.
Mia tucked her bell-chime back in the box. She sang the softest hum she knew, warm as cocoa steam. From the wall came a tiny sigh. When you see the microphone, can you keep Mia’s quiet “la-la, loo” for the baby mouse too?