Whispers at Lilypad Lake

Ezra stared in wonder at Lilypad Lake, watching frogs hop joyfully on the lily pads. "Hello, little frogs," she giggled, eyes sparkling like the sun on the water. A sudden splash startled her—was that a peculiar glowing fish, winking at her?

The Whispering Ripples

Ezra's shoes squished as she stepped closer to the lake. "Why are the frogs so quiet?" thought Ezra. Suddenly, the water shimmered, and a tiny turtle appeared. "Ezra," the turtle whispered, "we need your help. Our dance has vanished!"

"Dance?" Ezra asked.

"Yes, our joyful leap," replied the turtle, worry in its big, kind eyes. "Can you help us find it?"