Caro’s Antler Shadow Game — Behind the sleeping feed shed, Caro scraped two hoof-marks in the crunchy snow and whispered the rules of his new game: catch a moonbeam on your antlers, then make its shadow touch three trees before the wind steals it. Read the full story →
Behind the sleeping feed shed, Caro scraped two hoof-marks in the crunchy snow and whispered the rules of his new game: catch a moonbeam on your antlers, then make its shadow touch three trees before the wind steals it. Easy, he thought—except the best moonlight waited beyond the fence, where the firs clicked together like teeth.
He slipped out anyway. Hush—this part is just between us. Snow squeaked under each careful step, and cold snuck through the loose end of his striped scarf. At the first tree, his antler-shadow missed by a whisker. At the second, a branch dumped powder down his neck. “I’m still playing,” Caro muttered, though his voice came out small.
At the third tree, a shivering hare huddled in a hollow, so Caro unwound his scarf and tucked it over the tiny ears. The moon slid free, silver and sudden. His bare antlers threw a shadow wide enough to tag every trunk at once. When Caro trotted home, scarfless but warm inside, the snow kept his secret hoof-marks—can you spot where his brave little game began?