How the story goes
One small trouble. Three turns.
A peek for grown-ups, so you know where the story is headed before you turn the first page.
A small trouble
Thunder rolls in at supper, and Shannon’s seat is empty. Cydney finds her curled up beneath the willow roots.
A brave choice
Cydney can’t quiet the sky. She folds a leaf into a little roof, sits beside Shannon, and counts rain taps between booms.
A happy turn
Shannon counts too, until the storm grumbles away. They carry the supper bowl home together under the leaf.
