Quinn’s Ripple Jump Dare — Every morning, Quinn tapped one toe on his lily pad and dared himself to hop across three ripple rings before the dragonflies buzzed past. Read the full story →
Every morning, Quinn tapped one toe on his lily pad and dared himself to hop across three ripple rings before the dragonflies buzzed past. Plip, plip, plip—he could do it if the rings stayed small and still.
Until one windy morning, the big water lily spun like a pink boat and made the rings wobble wide. Because of that, Quinn landed with one foot in cold water; because of that, a silver minnow giggled bubbles under his chin. “One more,” Quinn croaked, though his knees felt fizzy. He pushed off, sailed over the widest ring, and landed beside the flower with a splat. Next time you spot his smile, see if you can count the rings he crossed: plip, plip, plip.