Bramble’s Star-String Ride — Under the low shelf, Bramble patted her broom. Jingle-jing? Read the full story →
Under the low shelf, Bramble patted her broom. Jingle-jing? No star-string bell. She wanted that tiny ring because Mama had tied it on her first ride.
Out she tiptoed to willow hollow. Fog tickled her nose. Plip, plip, went wet leaves. A small wind took her bow—whoosh! Bramble paid with one red ribbon.
“Here,” peeped a hidden star, giving back the bell and a hum. Bramble flew home, broom singing jingle-jing. Can you spot the star-string that knew where Bramble belonged?