Oona Finds the Moon Carrot — Every night, Oona tapped the round snow hill—pat, pat—and sniffed for sleepy grass. The air felt cold and sparkly on her nose. Read the full story →
Every night, Oona tapped the round snow hill—pat, pat—and sniffed for sleepy grass. The air felt cold and sparkly on her nose. One night, a carrot poked from the snow where no carrot had been.
Because of that, Oona tugged it free. Crunch? No—plink! A tiny silver seed rolled out, smelling like moonlight. Because of that, she held very still until it hummed, “Plant me.” Finally, Oona tucked it by the little pine. Next time you see her carrot, can you imagine the pat, pat under the moon?