Zippy Meets the Sneaky Star — On city hill, Zippy planted his boots wide and put both fists on his belt. The parade drums went boom-bum below, and his new cape snapped like a red towel in the wind. Read the full story →
On city hill, Zippy planted his boots wide and put both fists on his belt. The parade drums went boom-bum below, and his new cape snapped like a red towel in the wind. He wanted to do his very first superhero pose without wobbling. “Steady, boots,” he whispered.
A warm sparkle plinked beside his ear. One paper-flat star floated down, then another, smelling faintly like toasted marshmallows. They copied his grin. When Zippy lifted his chin, the stars lifted their points. When he puffed out his chest, they puffed too—until one sneezed glitter right onto his mask.
Zippy laughed so hard his knees jiggled, but he did not step back. He stood tall while the stars posed with him, three shiny mischief-makers above the tiny buildings. If you peek at his smile, can you tell which star sneezed first?
