Della’s Pocket Star — Down the bumpy tower lane, Della ran with a paper star in her pocket. It crinkled, crinkle-crinkle, while the wind whooshed the high flag. Read the full story →
Down the bumpy tower lane, Della ran with a paper star in her pocket. It crinkled, crinkle-crinkle, while the wind whooshed the high flag.
She tapped the big door. “Joy delivery!” she called. The stones felt cool, and the grass smelled sweet.
Up above, the flag flipped over. There was Della’s little star, big and bright for everyone to see!
The guards clapped, the trees wiggled, and Della laughed so loud the clouds seemed to bounce. Next time you see that star flag, can you hear crinkle-crinkle?