It was a crafty day at the spooky school today. All the little ghosts were given the task of making cards for their moms, who would soon have their special day. Mother’s Day was coming up, and even ghosts wanted to show their moms how much they love them.
Before the school bell rang to end the lesson, the little ghosts showed their poems and pictures to everyone.
Mr. Dibble, a tiny elf who stood on a pile of books so the children could see him, made sure to praise everyone nicely.
“Show us what you’ve prepared for your mom, Toothy Boo,” he encouraged her.
Toothy Boo stood up and showed everyone her card, with hearts and a picture of her mom, all colored so nicely.
“And here I drew a pink rose too, because it always reminds me of my mom—she’s beautiful and smells wonderful.”
“Great job, Toothy Boo,” praised Mr. Dibble. “How about you, Michael?”
The little water sprite stood up and showed his picture.
“I drew a mug for souls with a heart on it. Because my Mom is the kindest soul in the whole pond. Actually, in the whole world!”
“Wonderful, that’s lovely. And how about you, Chupchip?” asked Mr. Teacher.
But Chupchip still had only a blank piece of paper in front of him.
“I can’t think of anything,” he said, poking his pencil between his teeth.
“Really? You’ve been sitting here all this time and haven’t come up with or drawn anything?”
Chupchip shook his head.
“Let’s try to come up with something together,” suggested Mr. Dibble.. “We give moms flowers because they’re beautiful and gentle, too. How about drawing a flower?”
“Like a rose?” No, my mom doesn’t have thorns.”
“Everyone has thorns, especially you, Chupchip,” grumbled Toothy Boo at her brother.
“Look, here’s a flower atlas. I’m sure you’ll find a nice one and draw it for your mom’s card.”
Mr. Teacher stomped on the book, Chupchip grabbed it, and started flipping through the pages. At last, he found something and began feverishly drawing it on a sheet of paper. He even thought up a few lines of verse, so he wrote a poem inside the card. As soon as he finished, he beamed and showed his masterpiece to the class.
“What kind of flower is that? It looks more like a wolf with its mouth wide open,” said Toothy Boo.
“It’s a meat-eating plant. It has the same teeth as my mom,” Chupchip laughed, and started to recite the poem he had written underneath.
When I see a hungry flower,
snapping shut with sudden power,
sharp and clever, fierce and quick—
that’s my Mum. You don’t mess with it.
Mr. Teacher nodded.
“Very nice, Chupchip, very nice. I’m curious to see how your mom will like your card.”
“The important thing is it was made with love, from the heart,” Chupchip said proudly, and as soon as the bell rang for the end of class, he was the first one out of the classroom and out of the school.
And so Mother’s Day—even for the toothy moms—was celebrated in style. All the moms in Wraithmoor were delighted by the cards their children had made for them. And of course, even Chupchip’s mom was delighted and laughed when she read the poem. Because Chupchip was right. It was a wish made out of love and from the heart—those are the ones moms cherish most.