Hannah Pixie Snowdon Novels & Stories

I turn to see Hannah in a pretty pink dress, running up to me with a huge grin on her face. “Luna! Luna! Guess what?” She squeals happily, jumping on her toes in front of us. “Hi, Hannah! What's going on?” I smile, bending down to her eye level. “Luna, met my teacher. She said I’m going to be a snowflake in the play. We’re going to learn a dance and a song about wintertime. Are you going to see the play?” she is so excited her hands clap in front of her as she speaks.