Faye’s Secret Star — In the moon yard, Faye patted her plain hat. “Psst, I want a star I made myself.” She stepped off the soft rug and tip-tap-tapped to the broom rack. Read the full story →
In the moon yard, Faye patted her plain hat. “Psst, I want a star I made myself.” She stepped off the soft rug and tip-tap-tapped to the broom rack. The night smelled like dry leaves.
The old broom went swish, sneeze, tickle! Straw poked her fingers, but inside the bristles—secret!—was one bendy silver piece. Faye twisted, pressed, and made a wobbly star. She pinned it on her hat and grinned. Next time you see her broom, can you keep its silver secret?