Suri’s Button Breeze — Beside the tulip bed, little Suri held her red coat button. “Wind, please,” she whispered. Read the full story →
Beside the tulip bed, little Suri held her red coat button. “Wind, please,” she whispered. The button had been Papa’s, smooth as a pea. She wanted it to spin in the mill breeze.
Step, step, down the curvy path she went. Swish went the tulips. Her shoe got muddy—plop! At the windmill, the breeze twirled the button on her string. Suri smiled and walked back slower, smelling green leaves. The tulips nodded, row by row. Can you find the path where Suri carried her red coat button?