Nola’s Secret Leaf — Behind the quiet fence, Nola tucked a dry little leaf under the rail. It crackled like paper and smelled faintly of rain. Read the full story →
Behind the quiet fence, Nola tucked a dry little leaf under the rail. It crackled like paper and smelled faintly of rain. She wanted a new secret leaf, one soft enough to press against her cheek, but the best leaves hung past the visitor path.
So Nola stepped out of her cozy shade. Clop, clop—her hooves tapped the warm boards. A breeze stole her dry leaf and sent it skittering under the fence. “Psst,” chirped a sparrow, “try the branch above you.” Nola stretched high and paid with one tickly sneeze.
The green leaf tasted cool and peppery. Then she saw the dry leaf resting beside a child’s shoe, safe as a secret. Nola carried the new leaf home in her mouth, and the old one stayed by the fence, marking the place where she belonged. Can you spot the leaf she chose?
