Biscuit Follows the Tiny Clink — From the soft porch rug, Biscuit heard clink-clink. He wanted his blue bowl, the one that sang at supper. Read the full story →
From the soft porch rug, Biscuit heard clink-clink. He wanted his blue bowl, the one that sang at supper. Sniff, sniff—out he toddled into cool grass.
By the daisies, a beetle tapped the bowl with tiny feet. Biscuit gave the beetle his best bone to nudge it free. “Thank you,” whispered the beetle. Back Biscuit went, bowl bump-bumping beside him, and his tail felt quiet and happy. Can you find the bowl that went clink-clink?
