Tilly Waits for Wiggles — In the warm grass, Tilly held her trunk up high. She wanted a tickle, so she stood still: swish, swish, hush. Read the full story →
In the warm grass, Tilly held her trunk up high. She wanted a tickle, so she stood still: swish, swish, hush.
A little breeze came. A cloud scooted by. Tilly did not wiggle. “I can wait,” she whispered.
Then a butterfly landed on her trunk—tap, tap! Not a tickle from the wind, but butterfly feet! Tilly giggled so hard her ears flapped like fans.
The butterfly twirled away, and Tilly held her trunk up high again. Can you spot the tiny tickle-maker beside the grass?