How Tutus Caught Stars — High in the clockroom, Willa held her arms round and still. She wanted one tiny chime for her quiet dance, but the old clock only went tick… tick… tick. Read the full story →
High in the clockroom, Willa held her arms round and still. She wanted one tiny chime for her quiet dance, but the old clock only went tick… tick… tick.
Dust smelled like sleepy wood. Willa waited. At last, a soft ping! came from under her skirt. “I found you,” she whispered. Little star-lights popped out and stuck to her tutu—plink, plink, plink. Ever since, patient ballerinas keep stars on their skirts; next time you see one, can you spot the first quiet ping?