Little Beetle’s Message
Little Beetle has an important message to deliver to the far side of the mountain – but it’s a long way through the deep, dark forest! Can his friends help Little Beetle get to the top before it’s too late?
Little Beetle has an important message to deliver to the far side of the mountain – but it’s a long way through the deep, dark forest! Can his friends help Little Beetle get to the top before it’s too late?
Teeny, tiny Timbo was so tiny, that he spent the first year of his life in an empty goldfish bowl. It wasn’t so bad. He had a teeny, tiny crib from his sister’s dollhouse, and a teeny, tiny rug to go on the floor, and he even had his own teeny, tiny teddy bear.
Conor held on tight as the ship rose through the night sky, higher than the tallest trees, higher than the highest mountains. The Earth got smaller and smaller beneath them, until it was no bigger than a blue-green marble. Past the moon they went, past Mars, and Jupiter, and Saturn, too.
One by one, the children of Juniper Lane found their way into the secret garden. They had picnics on the grass, and played games, and made flower crowns for the stone lion’s head. And though the stone lion’s expression never changed, somehow it seemed pleased to have the children’s company.
“What are you doing in my puddle?” Theo said to the little silver fish.
“What are you doing poking your stick in my ocean?” the silver fish said to Theo.
“This isn’t an ocean,” said Theo.
“Careful,” said the silver fish. “Things aren’t always as they appear.”
The two children felt themselves being transformed. Instead of clothes, they had blubber and fur. Instead of hands and feet, they had flippers. Their ears got smaller, their eyes got bigger, and whiskers sprouted on either side of their new, flat noses.
Anika patted her snow pony goodbye, and turned to go inside. But just as she had her hand on the door, she heard something behind her. It sounded like a whinny, like a real pony.
“Everything you draw with this pencil will come to life – but only until the sun goes down,” the old woman told Princess Gillian. “When the sun sets, everything you’ve drawn will turn to dust.”
When Bailey woke up and looked out her bedroom window one November morning, she saw a long piece of red string lying on the snow. It started under the apple tree, stretched across the yard, and disappeared under the gate. Where it went after that was a mystery.
It was a very big kite, and Keiko wasn’t big at all. The moment his grandfather let go, the wind caught hold of the kite and made it rise, higher and higher and higher in the sky.