Pippa’s Tiny Blossom Dare — In the quiet garden branch, Pippa the plum whispered, “I dare me.” She wanted one sniff of the tiny flower above her stem. Read the full story →
In the quiet garden branch, Pippa the plum whispered, “I dare me.” She wanted one sniff of the tiny flower above her stem. Her twin spot was cozy, bump-bump warm, but Pippa wiggled out, slow and round.
The bark felt scratchy. A breeze went whooo and took one purple shine from her side. Pippa reached the blossom. “Psst, smell this,” said the flower, all honey-soft. Pippa rolled back close to her plum friend, carrying the smell home. Next time you see the little flower, can you keep Pippa’s secret?