Dax Carries the Whoosh — Up in moon meadow, a tiny paper star went crinkle-crinkle in Dax’s wavy ghost hand. He floated fast—whoosh!—past cool night air and sleepy grass smells. Read the full story →
Up in moon meadow, a tiny paper star went crinkle-crinkle in Dax’s wavy ghost hand. He floated fast—whoosh!—past cool night air and sleepy grass smells.
The real stars blinked. The crescent moon tipped like a banana boat. Dax held his paper star high for his very first big float.
Then the paper star giggled. “I’m your ticket,” it whispered. “The sky parade starts now!”
Dax smiled and whooshed beside the moon, with his little star and the big stars shining together—can you spot their parade lights?