One of Mama Chipmunk’s grand-babies wasn’t feeling well that morning and had been allowed to stay home from school.


After sleeping most of the day — snuggled in cotton blankets and soft, handmade quilts — her grandmother brought her a tray with hot buttered toast, roasted-butternut-squash soup, and milky tea, along with a small stack of fairytale books.


(And by dinnertime she was feeling much better, thank you.)


(Late 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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