Bix Keeps the Green Secret — Under the soft shhh of snow, Bix held his leafy twig close. It was his green secret, from before the big freeze. Read the full story →
Under the soft shhh of snow, Bix held his leafy twig close. It was his green secret, from before the big freeze. He wanted a safe nook for it, but the nook was past the tall pines.
Step, creak. Step, squeak. Bix went out. A branch snagged one scarf tassel—yoink! “Don’t tell,” he whispered to a snowflake.
Then he found a broom leaning in the snow. Its straw made a cozy pocket. Back Bix came, braver by one squeak, with his green secret tucked tight—can you spot it waving hello?