Nico Counts Snowflakes — That wide snowman smile and lifted twig arm look as if a quiet winter secret is just about to be shared. Read the full story →
That wide snowman smile and lifted twig arm look as if a quiet winter secret is just about to be shared. “Oh, look at them float,” thought Nico, watching the snowflakes hang above his pom-pom hat.
Nico wanted to count every snowflake before they landed. Can you find the biggest snowflake near his left twig hand? Nico called that one Star. Then a chilly puff of wind wiggled his striped scarf right over his carrot nose. For a moment, he could not see the little snowflake near the lower left side of the page.
Nico blinked his coal-dot eyes and gave his twig arm a gentle shake. The scarf slipped back down, and there it was, tiny and bright. Can you find the snowflake above his hat, too? The pine tree beside him stood very still, as if it were listening. Nico smiled even wider and counted slowly: one, two, three, four. The snow felt soft around his round bottom, and the whole quiet yard seemed to sparkle.