Vito’s Raindrop Pocket — Under the warm hill, Vito patted mud into a little cup. Plip, plop! Read the full story →
Under the warm hill, Vito patted mud into a little cup. Plip, plop! He wanted one shiny thing to finish his sun catcher.
He hopped out through wet grass. Squish went his toes. A fat raindrop hung on a leaf, too wobbly to hold. Pop! It splashed his cheeks, cold and tickly.
Inside the drip sat a tiny yellow bead. “I made the cup!” Vito whispered. He carried it home, proud and damp. Next time you see his cheeky grin, can you spot the secret shine from the warm hill?
