The Crumb Under the Web — Between the clatter of sprinkle drums and the sharp cinnamon smell of warm icing, Tillo zipped over the festival tray with both wings wide. Read the full story →
Between the clatter of sprinkle drums and the sharp cinnamon smell of warm icing, Tillo zipped over the festival tray with both wings wide. He wanted every candy-corn runner to find a snack at the finish line, so he tucked crumbs behind pumpkin grins, under hat brims, and beside shiny sugar stars. “Fast feet need fuel!” he chirped, though nobody looked up from polishing frosting stripes.
The tray grew louder. Ghostie looped in happy swoops, two pumpkin twins practiced their toothy parade smiles, and the candy corn cones rolled to the starting dots. Tillo counted his last three crumbs and hid them by a curled leaf. Then a corner web trembled—not from wind, but from a tiny silver spoon tapping beneath it.
Under the sugar web waited a pocket-sized pantry Tillo had never noticed, packed with crumbs he had given away all week. The spoon belonged to a shy star cookie who had been saving them for anyone too busy to ask. Tillo laughed so hard his cocoa edges shook, and together they scattered a secret feast along the race path.
When the runners dashed off—tap, tap, skitter, zoom—sweet crumbs waited in every surprising place. If you follow Tillo’s wings next time, maybe you’ll spot the hidden feast under the web.
