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“Maya and the Great Pancake Mountain”

Starring Maya, age 4 — loves purple, blueberry pancakes, and "Biscuit" the stuffed dog

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The refrain your child will ask to say along: "Scared and brave can hold hands," said Biscuit. "That's how new things start."
Maya in her purple-everything bedroom, arms wide, Biscuit tucked under one armPage 1
This is Maya. Maya loves purple more than almost anything.
Maya at the kitchen table, fork ready, a steaming stack of pancakesPage 2
Almost. Because on Saturdays, Maya loves blueberry pancakes the very most.
Maya and Biscuit staring at an empty plate, wide-eyedPage 3
One Saturday morning, the pancake plate was… empty. "Oh no," said Maya. "Oh NO," agreed Biscuit.
Mama pointing out the window toward a distant blue-purple mountainPage 4
"The blueberries are all gone," said Mama. "But the best ones in the whole valley grow on Pancake Mountain."
Small Maya at the garden gate looking up at the mountain pathPage 5
Pancake Mountain was big. Pancake Mountain was far. Maya had never, ever gone that far before.
Close-up of Maya frozen at the gate, hugging Biscuit tightPage 6
Maya's tummy went flip. Her feet went still. "I'm too little," she whispered.
Biscuit face-to-face with Maya, one droopy ear raisedPage 7
"Scared and brave can hold hands," said Biscuit. "That's how new things start."
Maya marching to a friendly oak tree, one small fist in the airPage 8
"Just to the big oak tree," said Maya. "I can do THAT far." And she could.
Maya crossing a swaying rope bridge, tongue out in concentrationPage 9
"Just to the wiggly bridge," said Maya. "I can do THAT far." And she could.
Yellow boots taking careful steps on bridge planksPage 10
The bridge wiggled. Maya's knees wiggled too. But wiggly knees can still walk — one step, two steps, three.
Maya at the edge of a shadowy pine grove, fireflies insidePage 11
Then came the Tall Dark Trees. They whooshed. They swooshed. Maya stopped.
Maya taking a deep breath, hand on her chestPage 12
"Scared and brave can hold hands," whispered Maya — all by herself this time.
Tree shadows and fireflies swirl as Maya dances through the grovePage 13
Inside the trees, the shadows weren't monsters at all. They were dancers. Maya danced too.
Sun-drenched hillside covered in blueberry bushesPage 14
And then — there it was. Pancake Mountain. And every bush was FULL of blueberries.
Maya laughing, holding up purple-stained fingersPage 15
Maya picked and picked until her fingers turned purple. "PERFECT," she said. "My favorite color."
Maya striding back confidently, waving at the trees like old friendsPage 16
Going home, the wiggly bridge felt smaller. The Tall Dark Trees felt friendlier.
Maya silhouetted against the sunset, standing tallPage 17
"Was the mountain smaller today?" Maya asked. "No," said Biscuit. "You were bigger."
Cozy kitchen, extra-tall pancake stack bursting with blueberriesPage 18
At home, Mama flipped the pancakes high, and they were the best in the history of ever. Because brave things taste better.
Maya in bed in purple pajamas, tucking Biscuit in, moonlightPage 19
That night Maya tucked Biscuit in tight. "What if there's something even farther than Pancake Mountain?"
Through the window, the mountain under stars — and faint new peaks beyondPage 20
Biscuit smiled his stitched-on smile. "Then scared and brave will hold hands… and we'll go see." THE END.

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