The Staff’s Secret Song — Under the low gold sky, Elior rubbed a smooth place on his new staff. Scritch, scritch went his little knife. Read the full story →
Under the low gold sky, Elior rubbed a smooth place on his new staff. Scritch, scritch went his little knife. He wanted to carve one good lamb-curl all by himself before the flock settled down. The wood smelled sweet, like sun-warmed cedar.
A small lamb nosed his sleeve. “Wait,” Elior whispered. He turned the staff to find a better spot, and a thin shaving popped loose from the hooked top. Inside was a tiny hollow, and in the hollow lay one rolled reed.
Elior blew across it. Hoo, soft as wool, came a song the lamb seemed to know. Elior carved his curl beside the secret place, proud and quiet. Next time you see the shepherd’s tall staff, can you guess where the little song is hiding?