Kidy
Hi, little one. This morning the garden looks different. Someone has nibbled little scallops into the lettuce leaves, and there are tiny prints in the soft soil. 'A mystery!' whispers Growy. 'Who could it be?' You decide to find out.
Like a good detective, you look closely at the first clue. The little footprints have five tiny toes, smaller than yours. They wander from the lettuce, around the flowerpot, and off toward the hedge. You follow them slowly.
The next clue is a small tunnel pressed through the tall grass, just the right size for someone low to the ground. Growy sniffs a shiny trail and gasps, 'A dragon came through here!' It is only a snail. Then Growy finds the real clue: three soft grey bristles caught on a twig. Curiouser and curiouser.
You hear a tiny rustle under the leaves by the fence. Your heart goes quick. Is the mystery something scary? You and Growy peek very gently behind the big green leaf, holding your breath.
And there, curled in a cozy ball, is a little hedgehog, blinking up shyly. Its tiny bristles are dotted with morning dew that sparkles like a hundred tiny stars. Not scary at all, just a hungry night visitor. Growy grins, 'A mystery is just a question waiting for a curious friend to answer it.'
You leave the hedgehog a slice of pear and tiptoe away so it can rest. Growy smiles and asks, 'So, little one... did we grow a little today?' You did. 'Here is your little grow for tomorrow,' says Growy. 'Be a detective outside and find one tiny clue: a print, a feather, or a nibbled leaf.' See you tomorrow, little one.