Tavish’s Quiet Star Wand — Under the soft thump-thump of falling snow, Tavish tucked an empty cup into his scarf and stepped out from his snug root burrow. Read the full story →
Under the soft thump-thump of falling snow, Tavish tucked an empty cup into his scarf and stepped out from his snug root burrow. He wanted one blue frost berry to make his cocoa sparkle. Past the sleepy pines he trudged, crunch, crunch, until a top-hatted snowman lifted a twig arm. A tiny star wand lay half-buried by his round base, humming like a bee in a mitten.
“Is this yours?” Tavish whispered. The snowman’s coal smile did not move, but his scarf fluttered toward the dark trees. Tavish gave up his cup, scooped the wand free, and brushed snow from its star. A soft blue shine spilled over the snowman’s carrot nose, then darted into the pines, waking berries on every branch. Tavish picked just one and left the rest shining for anyone cold and hungry. If you peek between the snowflakes, you might spot the quiet star he brushed clean under the soft thump-thump snow.
