Dex Shares the Snowy Honk — Every evening before the North Pole Grand Prix, Dex made himself a tiny challenge: one cheerful honk for each snowy curve, no more, no matter how much his mittens twitched. Read the full story →
Every evening before the North Pole Grand Prix, Dex made himself a tiny challenge: one cheerful honk for each snowy curve, no more, no matter how much his mittens twitched. His car smelled like peppermint polish, and the little bulbs along its sides blinked as if they were begging to join in. “One honk,” Dex whispered, grinning through his helmet. “I am a serious racing professional.”
Until one day, his horn came out as a squeaky HEE-HAW-HO-HO that startled three pine trees into dropping snow on a stack of gift boxes. Because of that, the gift wrappers laughed so hard they tied bows crooked. Because of THAT, the flag elves began answering every squeak with jingling bells from the archway, and the snowplow penguins puffed little clouds in rhythm. Dex tried to look innocent, but his joy got too big for his face.
Finally, he stopped counting honks and made a new rule: anyone who heard the silly snowy signal had to pass it along. The whole circuit rang with bells, squeaks, giggles, and crunching tires, and if you can spot Dex’s raised hand, you might hear the first cheerful honk of the snowy curve.
