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 slipperiness as they went about their day, and as the snow melted in the late-winter sun.


That afternoon, Raccoon was on her way to Rabbit’s with a fresh batch of chocolate-chip cookies when she avoided an ice patch in the shade behind the tea-shop tree and was struck by the memory of ice-skating expeditions when she was a girl.


(Late February 2024)


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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