Bex Makes the Moonbones — Under the crooked woods, Bex pressed white clay into little bone shapes and tied each one to his green costume with vine thread. Read the full story →
Under the crooked woods, Bex pressed white clay into little bone shapes and tied each one to his green costume with vine thread. He wanted his handiwork to shine brighter than the fallen maple leaves before the Moon-March began, but every clay bone looked dull in the cold, twiggy dark.
A flutter snapped above him. A tiny bat with charcoal wings dropped from an oak hollow, carrying a crumb of silver dust. “Made those yourself?” she squeaked. Bex nodded, nose warm with pride. The bat sprinkled dust over one clay bone, and the crescent moon flashed on it like a secret door opening. Bex grinned and pressed more bones by hand—long ones for his legs, round ones for his tail, a moon-bat for his side.
When he stepped onto the path, the bones caught the starlight and showed every little dinosaur the safe way between roots and pumpkin lanterns. Ever since, Halloween dinosaurs wear moonbones when they march through crooked woods; if you spot Bex’s tail bones, you’ll know where the path began under the crooked woods.
