My Shadow Quit

Milo's shadow gets sick of being dragged around all day and walks off the job. Now Milo has no shadow, school is chaos, and his sassy shadow has demands. Can he win it back?

Milo Park was a perfectly ordinary ten-year-old who lived in a perfectly ordinary house on a perfectly ordinary street. He had a backpack with a broken zipper, a dog named Pickles who was scared of the vacuum, and a habit of leaving his shoes in the middle of the hallway.

What Milo did NOT know was that he was about to lose something he had owned his entire life. Not his backpack. Not his shoes. Something he had never once thought about, not even for a single second.

'Another boring Tuesday,' Milo mumbled to himself, dragging his feet down the sidewalk toward school. The morning sun stretched his shadow out long and skinny in front of him. 'Same old walk. Same old everything.'

If he had been paying attention, he might have heard a tiny, grumpy voice grumble back from the pavement: 'Boring for YOU, maybe.' But Milo wasn't paying attention. He never did.