The Tiny Builder at Noon — Every day, Pip stacked smooth blocks by the front path. Tap, tap, pat—he made tiny walls with his own two hands. Read the full story →
Every day, Pip stacked smooth blocks by the front path. Tap, tap, pat—he made tiny walls with his own two hands.
Until one day, a gold beetle buzzed down, warm as sunshine. “Too bright!” it peeped. So Pip added a red roof. Because of that, the beetle rested. Because of THAT, the flowers nodded close to see. At last, Pip placed one round pebble for a door knob and smiled. Next time you see the little house, can you find the spot Pip tapped, tapped, patted?