Coloring page story
Leo loved to run. He zoomed past the tall Spruces and dodged the bushy Pines like a red-coated rocket. WHOOSH! SWOOSH! He was having a grand time, but when he stopped to catch his breath, he noticed a terrible, cold feeling on his left hand. His dragon mitten—the one with shiny green scales—was gone!
"Oh no!" he cried. His bottom lip began to wobble. "My dragon!"
His big sister, Mia, sighed. "Leo, you have to be more careful. Now we'll never find it."
Panic began to bubble in Leo's tummy. The farm was huge! The mitten could be anywhere. He started to run again, wildly this time, peering behind every tree. But all he saw was snow, snow, and more snow. He was about to flop down and cry when Farmer Giles rolled by on his tractor.
"Lost something, little fella?" the farmer asked, his voice kind and crinkly like old leather.
"My dragon mitten!" Leo wailed.
Farmer Giles nodded slowly. "A running man can't see the tiny things. Sometimes, to find what you've lost, you have to walk the path backward, slow and steady, like a tortoise."
Leo didn't want to be a tortoise; he wanted to be a rocket! But his hand was freezing. He took a deep breath and walked slowly back to where he started. Instead of just looking for red, he looked at everything. He saw a ladybug sleeping on a pine needle. He saw the lacy pattern a snowflake made on his sleeve. He saw his own footprints in the snow.
And there, right next to a big, loopy footprint where he’d taken a sharp turn, was a flash of green and red. Tucked beside a snow-dusted log was his dragon mitten, looking like it was hiding.
"I found it!" he yelled, not with panic, but with pure joy. He had to go slow to see it. That evening, as he sipped hot chocolate with two warm hands, he decided that sometimes, being a tortoise was even better than being a rocket.