Pip and the Star Giggles — Under the silver grass of Moon Meadow, Pip pressed both paws over his mouth. His giggles were getting too big. Read the full story →
Under the silver grass of Moon Meadow, Pip pressed both paws over his mouth. His giggles were getting too big. Hic-hic, hum-hum, they buzzed in his striped horns like bees in a jar. If he laughed too loud, the sleepy moths would scatter.
Then a tiny clink came from one horn. Pip tipped his head. Out rolled a star no bigger than a cookie crumb, warm as toast and smelling faintly of honey. “Oh!” Pip whispered. More stars popped free—plink, plink, plink—until his joy spilled into the dark for everyone to see.
Ever since that secret night, little monsters have worn striped horns to keep spare stars inside for happy emergencies. Next time you see stars around Pip, count them softly; one may still be giggling.
