Quincy’s Pie-Sprint Clue Chase — Between the gravy boat and the silver forks, Quincy set down one warm apple pie and slapped a floury wing on the table. Read the full story →
Between the gravy boat and the silver forks, Quincy set down one warm apple pie and slapped a floury wing on the table. He had invented Pie-Sprint, a game where every crumb trail became a clue and every clue led to a new lap around the Thanksgiving dishes. “Ready, set, gobble!” he called, and dashed past the saltshaker, his chef hat puffing like a cloud in the buttery steam.
The game grew faster. A carrot pointed toward a plate. A fallen leaf spun beside a spoon. Quincy zigzagged around napkins, sniffed cinnamon, and counted raisins like secret buttons. Then the cornucopia rustled. Out rolled a tiny acorn, marked with a neat arrow, followed by three giggling field mice wearing parsley crowns.
Quincy blinked, then laughed so hard his tail feathers shook. The mice had been playing Seed-Sprint from inside the horn, using his clues backward. Together they raced both games at once, pie crumbs meeting acorn arrows in a wild, wonderful map. If you follow the lattice on Quincy’s pie, can you guess where the next clue sends him after the silver forks?
