Pippa Finds Her Place — At the meadow edge, Pippa tipped her petals toward the pale morning moon. She wanted one drop of moon-mist to make her face shine for breakfast. Read the full story →
At the meadow edge, Pippa tipped her petals toward the pale morning moon. She wanted one drop of moon-mist to make her face shine for breakfast. So she stepped her roots from the warm dirt and went swish-swish through the cool grass.
A sleepy glowbug blinked under a curled leaf. “Can you help me home?” he whispered. Pippa carried him on one petal, but the dew made her stem shiver. By the time they reached her spot, the moon-mist was gone.
Then the glowbug blinked thank-you, soft as a tiny star. Pippa’s petals glowed anyway, warm beside her own two leaves. Next time you see the little hearts and sparkles around her, you’ll know why she stayed at the meadow edge.