Pella Finds the Pot-Place — Under the warm bench, Pella pawed her straw mat flat. She wanted a quiet nap, but drip-drop went the watering hose and buzz-buzz went the busy bees. Read the full story →
Under the warm bench, Pella pawed her straw mat flat. She wanted a quiet nap, but drip-drop went the watering hose and buzz-buzz went the busy bees. So she hopped past the pebble path, following a cool, earthy smell to the tall flowers.
A round flowerpot sat between the tulips. Pella climbed in, paid one small price—mud on both paws—and felt something crinkle under the soil. “What’s this?” she whispered. It was a tiny leaf note: FOR THE BUNNY WHO FITS HERE. Pella tucked down among the roots, cozy as a seed. Next time you see her paws on that pot, can you guess where she belongs?
