Bix Builds a Sun Tray — Each morning, Bix held his flat little stone and traced a sandy circle around it. Scritch, scritch, went his cactus arm. Read the full story →
Each morning, Bix held his flat little stone and traced a sandy circle around it. Scritch, scritch, went his cactus arm. He wanted a sun tray made by him.
One day, puff! The wind blew his circle away. Because of that, Bix pressed pebbles around the stone. Because of that, the tray stayed put, warm and bright.
“I made it,” whispered Bix. Next time you see the big sun above his arms, can you find the little stones waiting below?