Sleepy Squirrel’s Acorn Pillow

Once upon a time, in a tall oak tree, lived a little squirrel named Nutkin. Nutkin had soft brown fur and a fluffy tail that curled like a question mark.

Every day, Nutkin would scamper up and down the tree, collecting acorns in his tiny paws. Tap tap tap went his little feet on the bark. He would gather the smooth, round acorns and fill his cheeks until they puffed out like balloons.

But when the sun began to set and painted the sky pink and purple, Nutkin would yawn a big yawn. “Ahhhh,” he would stretch his little arms wide.

One evening, as Nutkin was getting ready for bed in his cozy tree hollow, he felt something lumpy under his soft leaf blanket. He reached down with his paw and found the biggest, most perfect acorn he had ever seen.

“Oh my,” whispered Nutkin, holding the acorn close. It was smooth and warm, just the right size to snuggle with.

Nutkin placed the special acorn under his head like a pillow. It was so comfortable! The acorn smelled like autumn leaves and felt just right against his furry cheek.

As Nutkin closed his sleepy eyes, he heard the gentle sounds of the forest getting ready for nighttime. The owl hooted softly, “Hoo-hoo.” The crickets chirped their quiet lullaby. The leaves whispered “shh-shh-shh” in the evening breeze.

Nutkin hugged his acorn pillow tight and felt so safe and warm in his tree home. His eyelids grew heavy, and soon he was fast asleep, dreaming of rolling down grassy hills and playing hide-and-seek among the flowers.

The moon smiled down through the branches, watching over little Nutkin as he slept peacefully on his special acorn pillow.

And in the morning, when the sun peeked through the leaves, Nutkin would wake up happy and ready for another day of adventures.

But for now, Nutkin slept soundly, snuggled up with his acorn pillow, safe and cozy in his tree home.

The end.