Mira flipped open her sketchbook and drew fast. “This part lifts, and this part glides,” she said, grinning at each new line.

Grandpa Drift tapped his stick and chuckled. “In one ending, the bridge sings. In another, it swings. In the third—oh, blast, they all happened at once.” Peep zipped in circles, laughing, while Ori’s tail bells went ting ting ting.

Auntie Kelpseal waved her spoon like a baton. “Mix a pinch of hope, stir with a whoosh, and share while warm,” she sang, and everyone joined in.