Romy’s Brave Little Ribbon — Every day, Romy rolled to the soft grass and sniffed the sweet clover, holding a tiny blue ribbon under one tire. “Not yet,” Romy whispered, while the heart ramp waited ahead. Read the full story →
Every day, Romy rolled to the soft grass and sniffed the sweet clover, holding a tiny blue ribbon under one tire. “Not yet,” Romy whispered, while the heart ramp waited ahead.
Until one day, whoosh! The ribbon fluttered onto the ramp. Because of that, Romy rolled closer. Because of THAT, the tires went bump-bump, and the whole meadow seemed to sparkle. At last, Romy touched the ribbon with one brave tire. Next time you see the heart ramp, can you spot where Romy said, “Not yet,” then tried?