24/06/2025
Pippin paused by the mossy log, leaning on his little wooden spoon as if it were a walking stick. He peered into the hollow, whiskers twitching with excitement.
Pippin whispered, “Oh, what secrets might be hidden in here, I wonder? Perhaps a beetle’s cozy home… or a treasure left behind by the wind…”
He ran a tiny paw along the smooth edge of the log, feeling the cool damp moss beneath his fingers.
“Everything’s so big and full of stories... if I sit quiet and still, maybe the forest will share one with me.”
He settled on a stone, watching the dappled sunlight dance across the water.
Pippin sighed contently, “Brindle always says the forest speaks in whispers. I think I can hear it today.”
