Zippy’s Secret Shortcut — Every morning, Zippy zipped down Stripe Street, vroom-vroom, trying to make the smoothest lap before the bakery bell dinged. Read the full story →
Every morning, Zippy zipped down Stripe Street, vroom-vroom, trying to make the smoothest lap before the bakery bell dinged. The road smelled like warm rolls, and his tires hummed over the painted dashes.
Until one day, a pigeon in a tiny paper hat plopped onto his hood with a stolen breadstick. “Drive!” squeaked the pigeon. Because of that, Zippy swerved behind the blue-gray buildings, and because of that, crumbs flew everywhere—onto a row of hungry sparrows hiding from a bossy cat. Zippy pretended to skid by accident, scattering the whole breadstick into snack-sized bits. No one cheered; no one knew. Finally, he rolled back to Stripe Street just as the bell dinged, his tires still going vroom-vroom. Next time you see those road stripes, can you spot where the secret snack dash happened?
