Sleepy Chipmunk’s Cheek Pillows
In a cozy oak tree, where the leaves whispered soft lullabies, lived a little chipmunk named Nutkin. Nutkin had the fluffiest, roundest cheeks in the whole forest. When he stuffed them full of acorns, they looked like tiny pillows on the sides of his face.
One sleepy autumn evening, as golden leaves danced down from the trees, Nutkin felt very, very tired. He had spent all day gathering acorns for winter, and his cheek pouches were completely full.
“Oh my,” yawned Nutkin, touching his puffy cheeks. “My cheeks are so full and soft tonight. They feel just like little pillows.”
Nutkin climbed up to his favorite branch and curled into a tiny ball. But something wonderful happened when he rested his head – his own cheeks became the softest, coziest pillows he had ever felt!
“How lovely,” he whispered to himself. “I have my very own pillows wherever I go.”
Soon, Nutkin’s forest friends began to notice how peacefully he slept. Mama Rabbit hopped over with her little bunny.
“Nutkin looks so comfortable,” she said softly. “Baby Bunny, see how nicely he rests his head on his fluffy cheeks?”
Little Baby Bunny touched her own small cheeks and smiled. She curled up just like Nutkin, resting her head gently, and felt much more cozy.
Papa Raccoon waddled by with his tiny kit. “Look there,” he whispered. “Nutkin has discovered that we all carry comfort with us. His cheeks make perfect little pillows.”
The baby raccoon touched his fuzzy cheeks and giggled softly before settling down for the night.
Even Mama Deer stepped quietly through the forest with her spotted fawn. “See how peaceful Nutkin looks?” she murmured. “He’s so comfortable because he’s learned to rest easy.”
The little fawn nuzzled close to Mama and closed her eyes, feeling safe and warm.
As the moon rose high above the trees, casting gentle silver light through the branches, all the forest babies had learned Nutkin’s secret. They didn’t need to have cheek pouches full of acorns like Nutkin – they just needed to get comfortable and cozy, just like him.
Nutkin smiled in his sleep, his cheeks still round and soft like little pillows. He dreamed of floating on clouds made of the fluffiest acorns, drifting peacefully through a starry sky.
The wise old owl hooted softly from her perch: “Hoo-hoo, little ones. Rest your heads, close your eyes. Like Nutkin’s cheek pillows, comfort is always near when it’s time to sleep.”
And with that gentle sound echoing through the forest, Nutkin and all his friends slept soundly through the night. The autumn breeze rocked them gently in their cozy homes, and they all dreamed the sweetest dreams.
When morning came, Nutkin woke up refreshed and happy. His cheek pillows had given him the most wonderful sleep. He stretched, yawned, and smiled, knowing that tonight – and every night – he would have his special pillows right there with him.
The End.