Frannie’s class is reading a poem that begins, “Hope is the thing with feathers.” Frannie hasn’t really thought much about hope before. She’s usually busy thinking about everything else going on in her life.
Mama's away one night, and her son can't sleep. He tries to relax by counting stars, but the more of them he sees, the more determined he is to count every single one.
When a young boy begins to play on his family’s piano, reveling in the fun of plunking the keys, his father signs him up for lessons so that he can learn to play properly.
