Quill Shares the Round Road — Down by the hush-hush hills, Quill polished a tiny wooden wheel charm until it smelled like cedar and sunshine. Read the full story →
Down by the hush-hush hills, Quill polished a tiny wooden wheel charm until it smelled like cedar and sunshine. He wanted to bring his new happy road-song to every sleepy nest before sunset. But the valley road ran straight ahead, straight as a stick, and his song flew past the trees before anyone could wave back.
Quill tapped the charm on his steering wheel. Click-click, hum. The car rolled around one hill, then another, and the road curled after it like a ribbon. Little trees rustled, rocks warmed in the sun, and friends heard the song coming twice—first from far away, then right beside them. “Again!” chirped a baby beak from the bushes. Quill laughed so big he had to share it, and ever since, the hill roads make round loops so joy can come back for one more hello. Can you find the tiny round shapes that remember Quill’s cedar wheel?
