Pebble and the Foggy Morning
1Pebble was the smallest tugboat in Harbor Bay. Her paint was bright orange, and her horn made a squeaky toot. The big tugboats teased her about that toot, so Pebble mostly stayed tied to the dock and watched the waves.
2One morning, a thick fog rolled in. A huge ship called the Grand Marlin was coming toward the harbor, but its captain could not see the rocks. Waves slapped against them in the gray. "We need a guide!" the ship's radio crackled. The big tugboats were too far out at sea to hear.
3Pebble's engine rumbled. Her heart thumped. She did not feel brave, but she nosed out into the gray water. She switched on her little lamp. "Follow my light!" she called, and her horn tooted across the water. Toot! Toot!
4Slowly, the Grand Marlin followed the tiny glow. Pebble steered away from the rocks until, at last, the fog thinned and the dock came into view. All the sailors cheered. "Nice tooting," said one of the big tugboats, and Pebble puffed out a happy curl of smoke.