Why Cones Wear Stripes — Psst—Romy had one orange cone and one tiny brush. She wanted to thank the sleepy bulldozer for pushing mud all day. Read the full story →
Psst—Romy had one orange cone and one tiny brush. She wanted to thank the sleepy bulldozer for pushing mud all day. Swish, swish, she painted a secret white band around the cone.
Then a gray moth bumped her hard hat. “Too dark,” it whispered. Romy painted another white band. The cone glowed in the moon-smell dust, and the moth found its way home. Nobody clapped. Romy just smiled. Ever since, work cones wear stripes—shh, that was Romy’s quiet gift. Can you spot the cone that still remembers?
