I woke up to snow frosting every fern and stump. I scooped a pawful and squinted. “Now who made all this?” I asked the forest. Nobody answered, which meant I had to investigate.
I checked the sky—too high. The creek—too cold. The squirrels—too busy pelting each other with it to explain. Finally, I decided to make my own batch. I mixed crushed pine needles, moss, and a handful of sparkle dust from a spiderweb. It didn’t work, but it smelled amazing.
Then a single snowflake landed on my nose and melted into a perfect laugh. Maybe that’s the secret ingredient—wonder. I grinned. Some recipes aren’t meant to be copied, just enjoyed.