Bixby’s Wiggly Welcome — Every day, Bixby wiggled his roots in the warm hill dirt. Swish, swish, ahh! Read the full story →
Every day, Bixby wiggled his roots in the warm hill dirt. Swish, swish, ahh! He wanted his cozy morning tickle.
Until one day, a tiny path-hopper popped up and sneezed, “A-choo!” Because of that, the path curled around Bixby’s toes. Because of THAT, the flowers bounced and the sun laughed, “Hee-hee!” Finally, Bixby giggled so hard his leaves puffed out like a cloud. He was right where he belonged: on his warm hill, with a wiggly path and a tickly swish, swish.