Dax and the Sticker Star — Behind the cedar stump, Dax pressed a shiny star onto the night mailbox. Smack! Read the full story →
Behind the cedar stump, Dax pressed a shiny star onto the night mailbox. Smack! He added a blue paw, a tiny bone, and a moon like a curled toenail. The glue smelled sweet as berries, and nobody saw him tuck acorn cookies inside for the field mice.
Then the star sneezed. “Wrong slot!” it squeaked, spinning to point at a hollow log. Dax snorted so hard his whiskers shook, but he carried every cookie there. By morning, crumbs dotted the moss, and the mailbox wore his silly signs. If you spot the star beside Dax, can you tell which way it is pointing now?