Hello,
My name is Viola,
And I have written this short story for all of you,
Especially for the little children.
This is a chapter book,
All about an adorable little squirrel named Harry.
I hope you enjoy it,
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Thanks so much.
Once upon a time,
Deep in a lovely forest of breathtaking beauty,
A squirrel named Harry lived.
He was so handsome,
With his long body,
Chestnut-colored fur,
And big bushy tail,
Which helped him keep balance and latch onto a tree branch.
One day Harry was bored,
So he created the game of darting back and forth,
Searching for acorns to see how many he could gather in his hand-like paws.
Soon he had so many,
He didn't know what to do,
And found himself in quite a pickle.
As he scratched his head in confusion,
A thought came.
Maybe he ought to bury them,
And when it's cold,
Come back,
Dig those acorns up for a tasty snack.
Before it was dark,
He climbed up high on the trunk of his oldest and dearest friend,
A tall oak tree known as Hercules.
Hey there,
Hercules,
Said Harry,
As he stuffed food into his mouth.
Then,
Pausing to swallow,
Began his whining about Mother Earth.
Just look over there,
He said,
Between bites,
Pointing towards the maple and pine trees.
One,
Two,
Three,
Four,
Five.
All those trees came from my buried nuts,
The ones that I forgot.
The oak tree stood tall and rolled its eyes as it listened to Harry's familiar story,
Which he had heard many times before.
He was tired and had run out of patience with the constant complaints.
He shook its mighty branches in frustration,
Nearly knocking the squirrel to the ground.
Harry clung to the bark with all his might,
His paws shaking,
And he couldn't understand what he had done to upset his wise old friend.
Hercules.
Are you upset with me?
Harry asked,
His voice trembling.
Hercules,
In response,
His leaves rustled and he spoke with a warm and compassionate voice.
My dear Harry,
I mean you no harm.
I simply grow weary of all your grumbling all the time.
You have so much to be thankful for.
He reminded Harry of all the blessings he had in his life.
The fresh air he breathes,
His friends in the woods,
And the love and support that he receives.
It started to get dark as the sun began setting below the horizon.
This was a sign that night was approaching.
Harry felt cozy in his little nest within the safety of the tree.
He knew him like no one else.
And Harry wanted to tell him how much that meant to him.
So before he fell asleep,
He whispered into the trunk where Hercules' heart beats.
Thank you,
Hercules,
For being the best friend ever.
And Hercules replied softly,
Love you,
Harry.
Love you,
Hercules.
And the woods fell silent.
And the magical moon in the sky winked and closed its eyes as well.
As well.
The End
