Pip’s Curling Vine Game — Under the porch, Pip tapped one curly vine. “Follow the curl,” Pip whispered. Read the full story →
Under the porch, Pip tapped one curly vine. “Follow the curl,” Pip whispered. Swish, swish! The vine pointed past the steps, so Pip rolled out to play the brand-new game.
The grass felt cold and tickly. A cricket chirped, cheep-cheep, and Pip bumped a pebble—bonk! One leaf snagged on a twig, but the vine curled on to a quiet circle of pumpkins glowing soft in the moon smell.
“Home,” hummed the pumpkins. Pip rolled back with a tiny moonbeam tucked in the stem, right where Pip belonged. Can you find the curly vine that showed the way?
