The path through the woods had been so dry for weeks now that Old Possum felt as if dust clouds were accompanying him home from his evening strolls under the trees. 


And so, before bedtime each day, he had started taking long soaks in his bathtub to wash off all the grit. These, as it turned out, were so lovely and relaxing — especially when he threw in a pawful of the herb-scented bath salts Rabbit had given him — that he soon decided he might have to start bathing (well, soaking) every evening, dry weather or no.


(September 2023)


Story © Jennifer Singleton / Read+Purr
This is another vignette in my ongoing series of Tiny Garden Stories: peaceful 1-minute tales that let you read like a kid again. Click one of the first two buttons below to go to (or back to, if that’s where you fell down the rabbit hole) either the “Public Garden” archive page or (if you’re a Story Club member) to the members-only “Private Garden” page. Or click the third button to learn more about my Tiny Garden Stories. If you’re new to Tiny Garden Story-land and would like 10 days’ worth of stories from our first year, visit


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