The Nighttime Storm High up in the ancient oak tree, Squirrel’s nest swayed in the wind. But Squirrel hadn’t noticed. He was fast asleep and dreaming of a summer’s day: swinging in a hammock, drinking lemonade, and listening to the bees. When...
The Skates By morning, the snow had melted. As soon as she’d finished her coffee and toast, Raccoon set off, squelching through the mud toward Rabbit’s tree. All night, she had regretted walking past the patch of ice hiding in the shade and (if it was...
The Ice Patch Snug in his feather bed, Squirrel watched sleepily through the window as snowflakes swirled in the moonlit sky outside his tree nest. The next morning, the garden shivered under a blanket of snow while everyone grumbled about the cold and...
The Gray Walk After finishing his second cup of tea, Old Possum walked to the woods for some fresh air. He loved the coziness of winter, but the unrelenting gray of its tail end always left him feeling a touch melancholy, and he had to remind himself to...
The Dream The aggressively gray and dreary weather made it difficult to tell the time and, merely adding to Old Possum’s confusion, the hall clock was slow. And his pocket watch needed to be wound. Warm and cozy in bed, under a pile of soft quilts, he...
The New Neighbors The garden and the meadow were full of birds. They chattered and sang, swooped through the air, sat on tree branches, and dug for worms and grubs and seeds. And all the while, fat snowflakes swirled through the air, landing with wet...
