Once upon a time, in the heart of a whispering forest, lived a cheerful little squirrel named Nibbles.
Nibbles was just like any other squirrel, he collected nuts, leapt from branch to branch, and loved curling up in his cozy tree hollow when the sun went down. But there was one tiny problem. Nibbles snored.
And not just a soft snore, oh no. His snores were forest-shaking, leaf-rattling, bird-waking snores.
“HOOOOONK-shoooo… HOOOOONK-shoooo…”
Every night, the forest echoed with the sound of Nibbles’ noisy nap time.
High above in the tallest tree, Ollie the Owl fluffed his feathers and tried to close his eyes. But just as he started to drift off…
“HHHHHHHHRONK-shhhhhhhhhhhh…” Ollie’s eyes snapped open. “Goodness! Was that thunder?” He peeked down from his branch and sighed. “Nope. Just Nibbles again.”
He wrapped his wings around his head, but the snoring only grew louder.
“I might have to start sleeping during the day,” he muttered.
Frogs Lose Their Rhythm
By the pond, the frogs were practicing their nighttime croaks. “Ribbit… ribbit… ribbit…” Suddenly,
“GRRRRRRRHHHHHKK-shooooooooo!”
The rhythm was ruined. Tad the Toad fell off his lily pad in surprise. “Was that an earthquake?” he asked. “No,” grumbled Freya the Frog. “It’s the Snoring Squirrel again!” The frogs hopped off to quieter corners of the pond, shaking their heads and chuckling softly.
A Gentle Idea from Bear
In a big, mossy cave at the edge of the woods, a sleepy bear named Bobo heard the snoring too. But Bobo just smiled. “Poor little guy,” he rumbled. “He must sleep really well to snore like that.”
The next morning, Bobo had an idea. He lumbered over to Nibbles’ tree and left a gift at the base: a soft scarf made of moss and wildflower fluff. A note read:“To my snoring friend, this will keep your nose warm and your snores quiet.”
The Quiet Night Returns
That evening, Nibbles curled up with his new mossy scarf. It tickled a little but felt warm and cozy. He yawned… curled his tail over his eyes… and drifted into sleep.
This time, the forest waited. They waited for the honks, the grumbles, the roars… But all they heard was…
“Snnnnn… snnnn… zzzzz…”
Soft, peaceful snoring. Like the hum of bees in a meadow. Ollie slept soundly. The frogs croaked in rhythm. Even the fireflies blinked a little slower in the calm. And in his hollow, Nibbles smiled in his sleep, dreaming of giant acorns and quiet nights.
Goodnight, little dreamer.
The End !