Quillan’s Drifting Gift Secret — Under the whispery snow, Quillan tucked a star-wrapped present under one flipper and hunted for the last blue ribbon. Read the full story →
Under the whispery snow, Quillan tucked a star-wrapped present under one flipper and hunted for the last blue ribbon. It had blown off his scarf and skittered across the ice with a zip-zip sound. “Don’t tell the wind I’m following it,” he whispered. He stepped from the safe snowbank onto a flat floe, and—shush!—the floe floated away.
Quillan’s toes tingled from the cold, but then a penguin in a floppy hat popped up with a peppermint cane. “Secret current,” she chirped, tapping the water. The floe spun past pine trees, snowflakes, and three bright stars until the ribbon floated right to Quillan’s mitten. He traded one shiny bow from the gift for a ride back, and the penguin tucked it on her hat. Next time snow goes zip-zip, peek at the ice—maybe Quillan is waving from his drifting gift secret.
