Poppy and the Crooked Spoon:Poppy

Follow Poppy to her room.

✨ Poppy and the Crooked Spoon

Poppy was nosing through a dusty drawer in the old house when she found it — a spoon, bent at the handle, with a tarnish that shimmered like smoke.

“Crooked,” said Violet, wrinkling her whiskers.

“Magical,” corrected Poppy, her eyes sparking.

She held it high, as though it were a scepter.

“Whoever holds the Crooked Spoon,” she announced, “can stir joy into anything — tea, milk, even a gloomy day.”

Bennie laughed. “It’s just a spoon.”

But when Poppy tapped the cracked teacup on the table, everyone swore the tea inside looked warmer, sweeter, braver somehow.

The kittens crowded closer. Even shabby rooms can glow when a crooked spoon chooses to shine.

Dessert of the Day: The kittens shared a dish of vanilla whipped cream topped strawberry shortcake with one sugar leaf on top — Poppy said it tasted “like clouds learning to sing.”

🕯️ Imagination Action

Imagine you’ve just found a crooked spoon of your own.

• What would you stir with it?

• Would it change colors, sparkle, or sing?

  
  

  Draw your spoon, or tell a friend what magic it holds.