A Gift Without a Bow

That morning, coloured pencils, paper and a few pine cones were still scattered across the craft table. Puschel thought about Flauschi's secret Christmas idea from yesterday. He was curious, of course, but he left her ideas page alone.

Instead, he put the pencils in their little wooden cup and stacked the loose sheets neatly. He left the scissors for a grown-up. Flauschi came over and looked at the clear space in surprise.

Flauschi‘Now our next idea has room to begin,’ she said. Puschel grinned. Puschel‘But I haven't wrapped a present!’ Flauschi smiled and shook her head.

Flauschi‘You just gave me a little time.’ Puschel looked at his blue paws. So this was another way to look forward to Christmas: one small helpful thing, without a bow.