


Mama was bringing Baby Cosmo home that morning. She would meet Aurelia and Nick at Maple Street Market at noon. Aurelia decided they needed the biggest welcome anyone had ever pulled in a wagon.

She chose a round loaf, a heap of yellow peaches, and a marigold in a clay pot. Nick arranged everything carefully. “There,” he said. “A complete welcome.” Aurelia tried to pull it away. Then she noticed the empty corners.

A pinwheel would make it cheerful. A watering can would make it useful. A striped cloth would make it comfortable. Two jars of buttons would make it… buttonier. Soon the wagon carried nearly everything except the market.

Aurelia pulled. The wagon moved one inch. She pulled again. One wheel sank into a muddy rut. The peaches slid left. The watering can tipped right. Dirt spilled over the marigold’s rim.

Nick held out his basket again. “We could carry half.” Aurelia shook her head and shifted everything away from the muddy wheel, building the load higher. “Then how will they know how much I missed them?” The clock began to strike twelve.

Across the square, Mama appeared behind a blue carriage. Aurelia lifted the muddy wheel and pulled. It sprang free. The tall pile swayed once—and tipped. Peaches rolled. Buttons pattered. The clay pot landed last. Crack.

Nick steadied the wagon and gathered peaches before they reached the street. Aurelia heard a tiny squeak from the carriage. She could rebuild her enormous welcome—or reach Cosmo while he was still waiting.

“Help me make this right,” Aurelia told Nick. She returned the loaf to the baker, gathered the peaches into his spare basket, and left the pinwheel with the little mouse. Then she and Nick carried the remaining things back to their stalls.

Her grand welcome was gone. Only the marigold remained, its stem bent and its pot broken. They parked the empty wagon at the edge of the square. Aurelia tucked the flower behind one ear and ran with both arms free.

Aurelia reached the carriage and slipped one finger beneath the blue hood. Cosmo’s tiny paw curled around it. She stayed very still. Mama stood on one side. Nick stood on the other. The empty wagon waited behind them.