Della’s Little Reed Bell — In cattail cove, Della paddled soft-swish, soft-swish, with a dry reed ring on her beak. It was her little bell, though it made no sound. Read the full story →
In cattail cove, Della paddled soft-swish, soft-swish, with a dry reed ring on her beak. It was her little bell, though it made no sound.
She dipped it in the cool pond. Drip, drip. The ring floated away and made round circles in the water.
Then a tiny frog popped up under the cattail. “For me?” he peeped. He tapped the ring: ting!
Della smiled wide. Her quiet bell had been a frog’s moon drum all along. Next time you see the pond rings by Della’s feet, can you hear them go soft-swish, ting?