A LITTLE MASKIBOO STORY
A tale with an open ending
Flint Fable shaped campfire sparks into a brave little creature facing a very tall hill. Just before the creature reached the top, a gust scattered the sparks. The listeners groaned. Flint smiled and asked what should happen next.
One imagined a staircase. Another offered wings. A quiet voice suggested a friend waiting halfway up. Flint rebuilt the hill with room for all three. That night, the best story belonged to everyone around the fire.

