Quill’s Pumpkin Pause — Every evening, Quill tucked his lucky leaf tag under the kickoff ball and waited for the moon to clear the crooked trees. Read the full story →
Every evening, Quill tucked his lucky leaf tag under the kickoff ball and waited for the moon to clear the crooked trees. He wanted the first thump to happen at moonrise, not one blink sooner. The field smelled like grass, pumpkin skin, and cold mud.
Until one night, the pumpkin helmet sneezed. “Pffft!” Out popped the ball, rolling past the bats. Because of that, Quill chased it through crunchy leaves. Because of THAT, the bats giggled and hid his leaf tag inside the helmet’s face mask. Quill sat still, tap-tap-tapping his knee, until the moon slid high and silver.
Finally, the pumpkin helmet grinned and dropped the tag right onto the ball. Quill kicked at moonrise—WHUMP! Next time you spot that leaf tag, keep quiet; it waited for the moon, too.
