From the warm kitchen, a tiny silver spoon skittered out the door and zipped down the hall.
"Halt!" squeaked Sir Pebble, clanking after it past flickering candles and a sleeping cat's tail.
The spoon slipped under a tower door with one shiny wink.
Sir Pebble pushed inside the sleepy tower and started up the winding stairs. Clip-clank. Clip-clank.
Over a floury step he climbed, and under a hanging broom he ducked.
Achoo! The broom burst out a puff of dust. Sir Pebble coughed, laughed, and kept going.
At the top, he found the spoon stuck beside a tiny mouse tangled in red yarn near a candlelit window.
Sir Pebble lifted his little sword for a grand rescue. Then he heard a soft sniff.
He knelt down. "Easy," he said. "I'll help."
He used both small hands to loosen the scratchy yarn.
Ping! The spoon popped free and bonked his helmet.
The mouse tumbled into Sir Pebble's arms, and he steadied them both.
Back in the warm kitchen, Sir Pebble set the spoon on the table by the crackling oven.
Then he shared a crumbly cookie with the mouse in the golden quiet.
