Pip’s Belly Button Surprise — In the warm volcano grove, Pip patted wet red clay with both paws: slap, plop, pat. Read the full story →
In the warm volcano grove, Pip patted wet red clay with both paws: slap, plop, pat. He wanted to make a noisemaker for the evening stomp parade, so he rolled a fat clay ball and poked it with a palm stem. Steam hissed from the little mountain nearby, smelling like hot stones.
Pip shook his noisemaker. Nothing. He shook it harder. Still nothing. Then a tickly crumb fell from his belly button—plink!—right into the clay ball. “My belly makes music?” Pip giggled.
The bead inside rattled chaka-chaka-chak, and Pip held his handmade noisemaker high. Next time you see his proud grin, can you guess where the first tiny sound was hiding?
