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 still there), she was now determined to take advantage of the opportunity.


And there it was, still flat and smooth and inviting. 


Raccoon strapped on the skates she had found at the back of the hall closet earlier that morning and brought along — just in case. And she glided across the ice, laughing as she went.


(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


Submit a Comment

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.