Zadie and the Sneezing Star — Every morning above the cloud nursery, Zadie patted the baby clouds into round pillows. Pat-pat, fluff-fluff, she lined them up until they smelled like rain and clean cotton. Read the full story →
Every morning above the cloud nursery, Zadie patted the baby clouds into round pillows. Pat-pat, fluff-fluff, she lined them up until they smelled like rain and clean cotton. She wanted every cloud ready before the sun peeked over the silver rail. Until one day, a tiny star tumbled into her neatest puff and sneezed, “A-choo-twinkle!”
Because of that, sparkles bounced onto Zadie’s nose. Because of THAT, she sneezed too, and three clouds rolled away like marshmallows with secrets. Zadie chased them past curly winds and giggled so hard her wings hiccuped. Finally, she tickled the star with one feather, and it sneezed the clouds back into a perfect pile. “No more nose magic,” Zadie said. But if you peek at her cloud, can you find the star still trying not to sneeze—pat-pat, fluff-fluff?
