Rizzo Shares the Splash — Past the warm river rocks, Rizzo stomped with a splish, splash, splish, shaking fern dust from his toes. Read the full story →
Past the warm river rocks, Rizzo stomped with a splish, splash, splish, shaking fern dust from his toes. He wanted to show somebody the brand-new rhythm his feet had found on the muddy bank. His tall sail bobbed like a flag, and the little clouds above seemed to bounce along. “Hear this?” he called to the buzzing reeds.
Splish, splash, SPLASH came an answer. Rizzo blinked. A tiny green tree frog hopped from a broad leaf and slapped the puddle with both feet: plip-plap! Rizzo laughed so hard his tail made a swoosh in the sand. Soon the riverbank had a whole song—big dinosaur steps, tiny frog taps, leaves clapping in the breeze. Rizzo’s joy felt too large for one mouth, so he shared it with every fern and cloud; if you peek at those rocks, can you hear the next splish waiting?
