Pippa’s Moon-Pocket Secret — Beside the fern pillows, Pippa rubbed her smooth pocket pebble: click-click, click-click. She wanted the tiny sound to help her sleep before the moon climbed too high. Read the full story →
Beside the fern pillows, Pippa rubbed her smooth pocket pebble: click-click, click-click. She wanted the tiny sound to help her sleep before the moon climbed too high. Then a thin rattle came from the moonvine outside her cozy nook.
Pippa padded out, toes cool on the wavy root. The leaves smelled wet and green. In the vine, a baby star shivered, caught on a thorn. “Hold still,” Pippa whispered. She tucked her pebble under the star, and the rattle turned to hush-hush.
Back in her pillow nest, Pippa had no click-click left. But overhead, the crescent moon blinked, and the freed star winked beside it. Next time you see Pippa’s tucked paws, can you spot the quiet secret she gave away?
