Cricket’s Snowflake Parade — Every evening, Cricket carried one pinecone home before the moon peeked over the spruce thicket. Read the full story →
Every evening, Cricket carried one pinecone home before the moon peeked over the spruce thicket. But he had set himself a new challenge: three pinecones on one twig, no dropping, no nibbling, no sneaky rolling.
One snowy day, a flake landed on his nose—plink!—and Cricket sneezed so hard his twig bounced. Because of that, two chickadees began pecking a marching beat on a hollow branch. Because of THAT, Cricket strutted faster, scarf swinging, tail swishing, pinecones bobbing like bells.
“Make way for the Pinecone Parade!” he chirped. At last he reached his cozy doorway with all three cones still dangling. The chickadees bowed, the snow whispered hush-hush, and Cricket knew this silly, spruce-smelling path was exactly his place. Can you spot the three pinecones that made the parade?
