Pippa Waits for the Dot — Under the daisy leaves, Pippa kept a little moss cup ready for one shiny dew-dot. Read the full story →
Under the daisy leaves, Pippa kept a little moss cup ready for one shiny dew-dot. She wanted it before the sun warmed the grass, so she waddled out from her cool root nook, past two sleepy flowers and over pebbles that went click, click under her round foot. But the best dew-dot sat high on her cap, where she could feel it tickle but not reach it. “Psst,” buzzed a red ladybug, landing softly. “Don’t shake yet.”
Pippa waited while the sun made the air smell sweet and green. Waiting cost her the dew-dot; it slid away with a plip into the dirt. Then the ladybug opened one spotted wing, and tucked beneath it was a silver seed no one had thought to look for. Pippa carried that home in her moss cup, warmer than dew. Next time you spot the tiny visitor on her cap, keep the secret: patience made the best plip.
