Nibble Sprout spotted a lunch table stacked high with frosted cakes, sticky buns, and greasy fries. Before the bell stopped ringing, Nibble Sprout gobbled and crunched and laughed, “More, more!”
Nibble Sprout reached for one more gooey donut. It slipped, bounced off a spoon, and plopped right onto Nibble Sprout’s head. Nibble Sprout blinked through pink frosting and muttered, “Oh.”
At home, Nibble Sprout tried to hop. Tried to play. Tried to hum a little song. But every try fizzled out. With a sigh, Nibble Sprout dropped onto a stump and pushed away a crinkly snack bag.
Nibble Sprout trudged to the little garden and pulled up a crunchy carrot, picked a shiny apple, and snapped open a pea pod with a pop-pop-pop. Nibble Sprout nibbled and chewed. A small smile began to grow.
Chomp, chomp! Another carrot. Another apple slice. Then boing! Nibble Sprout sprang so high that a butterfly fluttered right out of the beans. “I can hop again!” Nibble Sprout cheered.
The next day, Nibble Sprout packed carrots, apple slices, and peas into a lunch box and carried it back to the funny school lunchroom. Click went the lid. Crunch went the carrots. Nibble Sprout sat tall, cheerful, and ready to hop through the day.
