Turn their drawing into a Rosh Hashanah storybook for a sweet new year.

On Rosh Hashanah morning, Ari's little shofar sets out to find one big note.

He climbs the windy hill and blows with all his might, but only a soft pff comes out.

At the beehives and the apple and honey stand, the children stop to cheer him on.

At sundown the whole town gathers, and a bright, booming note bursts out at last.

Before the Rosh Hashanah dinner, Shira the pomegranate decides to count every one of her seeds.

She counts once, sneezes, and shiny red seeds fly clear across the white tablecloth.

She lines them up again, but three roll under the table and a cousin eats two by mistake.

Then Grandma laughs and lifts her upright: the number was never the point, the sweetness was.

On the first night of Rosh Hashanah, Yael's golden fish waits in the quiet pond below.

One by one the families come down with apples and honey cake and send their wishes to the water.

She slides under the glowing wishes and lifts them, one and then two and then three, onto her fins.

Then she circles slowly under the moonlight and tucks every glow safe in the reeds until morning.

On the eve of Rosh Hashanah, Elias's winged apple lifts off to find the sweetest honey in the valley.

The orchard honey is too thin, and every jar in the market is already sold.

Up at the old hives the last comb is nearly empty, so he helps the beekeeper carry the heavy frames in.

In thanks the beekeeper fills his tiny jar with the last golden spoonful, and he flies home just in time to dip.