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| The Adventure of Nibble the Squirrel |
Once upon a time, in a quiet green forest, there lived a young squirrel named Nibble. He had the fluffiest tail in all the woods and the biggest curiosity in his whole tree-top village.
He lived with his grandmother in a cozy nest made of twigs and moss, tucked high in an old oak tree.
“Now listen, Nibble,” Granny Nutwhisker said one sunny morning, “you may play near the pinecones and chase butterflies in the meadow, but don’t go near the big blue stream! The water is too fast and deep, and your cousin got swept away last spring.”
“I won’t, Granny,” Nibble said, nibbling a nut.
But as soon as Granny Nutwhisker waddled off to the berry patch, Nibble’s nose twitched. “Just one peek at the stream can’t hurt,” he whispered.
So off he scampered—across branches, through leaves, and under buzzing bees—until he saw the glimmering, rushing stream. It sparkled like a thousand diamonds. “Wowww,” whispered Nibble.
Suddenly, he heard a splash! A tiny hedgehog had fallen into the water!
“Oh no!” cried Nibble.
Without thinking, he grabbed a vine, tied it around a rock, and tossed the end to the hedgehog. “Grab on!”
The hedgehog clung tight, and Nibble pulled with all his squirrel-strength. The hedgehog rolled out of the stream like a soggy dumpling.
“Thank you!” the hedgehog squeaked. “I was chasing a dandelion and slipped!”
Just then, Granny Nutwhisker appeared—with her basket of berries and a knowing look. “Nibble…”
Nibble’s ears drooped. “I’m sorry, Granny. I didn’t listen.”
Granny Nutwhisker smiled softly and hugged him. “You were brave today, but next time, be brave and wise, little one.”
That night, Nibble had warm chestnut stew for dinner and a good cuddle before bed. He promised never to wander off again… unless he had Granny by his side.
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