The children in the story circle are insistent--their teachers don't stand on pencils. Maybe that's because they're not like Rocket's teacher, the little yellow bird. With the pencil point in the ground, the little teacher stands on the eraser and looks her furry student in the eye. "Remember, stories take time," she says encouragingly.
Rocket sniffs out lovely words like buttercup, feather, and nest, and brings them back to the classroom in the meadow. The teacher helps him spell the tricky ones, and sometimes adds her own. Words like the and up aren't nearly as exciting as snail, flower and rock, but the wise teacher knows they'll come in handy.
Teacher and student hang their magnificent collection on a tree, and the little bird, a veritable master of pedagogy, allows Rocket to ponder them all afternoon. Perched on his head, she is, perhaps, biting her tongue while Rocket comes up with the idea all by himself--he's going to write a story!
And what a story it is--Rocket overcomes writer's block with the gentle prodding of his teacher--and embarks on a tail-wagging, growling, picture-drawing, walking-in-the-meadow-for-inspiration journey. And, like all worthwhile journeys, this one is shared. Rocket becomes a published writer, and the shy but brave owl finds a friend.