Sula’s Secret Circle — Under the hum-hum sun, Sula stretched for the warmest beam. “This spot?” she whispered, but the breeze said shhh through the grass. Read the full story →
Under the hum-hum sun, Sula stretched for the warmest beam. “This spot?” she whispered, but the breeze said shhh through the grass.
A tickle wiggled under her round face. Not a bug. Not a seed. Sula peeked where nobody looked—right under her own sunny middle. There slept tiny dew beads, cool as moon milk.
She tucked them around her face: plip, plip, plip. The sun smiled wider. Ever since, daisies wear little bead circles to show, “Here is home.” Can you find Sula’s secret circle now?