Ziggy’s Tag Moon — At the sticker pier, Ziggy tapped his paws—tip, tap, tip—waiting for the night parade to begin. Read the full story →
At the sticker pier, Ziggy tapped his paws—tip, tap, tip—waiting for the night parade to begin. He wanted to be the first puppy to spot the silver sky-sticker that always sailed in last. Paper stars rustled on strings, heart balloons bobbed, and the air smelled like popcorn and salty wood. “Not yet,” chirped a gull from a lamp post, so Ziggy sat taller and wagged only the very end of his tail.
One star drifted down. Then two hearts spun past his nose. Ziggy waited, eyes bright, while everyone looked up. Ting! His round collar tag gave a tiny glow, and inside its little rim was the hidden silver sky-sticker, no bigger than a button moon. The parade had been waiting with him the whole time. Next time you see Ziggy sitting among hearts and stars, can you find the moon that blinked under his chin?
