One winter’s morning, Nana Barlowe found a little field mouse sitting by the hearth.
“Meow, meow, meow!” said Mrs. Pipkin, Nana Barlowe’s cat. “Mice don’t belong in the house!”
“Oh, Mrs. Pipkin,” said Nana Barlowe. “Let’s not be rude. Surely, we can make room for one little field mouse.”
Long ago, on one of the coldest nights of the year, a little fieldmouse noticed a bright star she’d never seen before. Just looking at it filled her with wonder. Where had the star come from? And why did it make her feel all fluttery inside?
At first Little Bear was excited when the apple tree’s leaves began to change colour. But as the weather got colder, she grew worried. Not only were the leaves changing from green to gold, they were falling to the ground. How would the little apple tree survive without its leaves?
It’s hard work scrubbing the sky – washing away all the dust, and grime, and soot, and smoke. But Jeremiah and his three uncles weren’t afraid of hard work! They started in the east and worked their way west, singing as they went: “Rub a dub-dub, it’s time for a scrub.”
Little Beetle has an important message to deliver to the far side of the mountain – but it’s a long way through the deep, dark forest! Can his friends help Little Beetle get to the top before it’s too late?
Little Bear woke up one morning with a grumble in his tummy. It was as if there were another little bear inside his stomach growling for food.
“I’m hungry,” said Little Bear.
Every fall, my children and I like to watch the salmon spawning in the river near our home. But we keep a close eye out for bears, because salmon is their favourite food!
The day that Jonathan was born, his grandfather planted a tree in Jonathan’s backyard – a special tree. Jonathan was a very tiny baby, and the tree – well, it was a very small tree.
The moon’s face was kind that night, and the wind’s breath was gentle, and the boy fell asleep. And all through the night his little boat sailed under the stars, across the great, salty sea.
“I don’t want to fly away,” the little bird told his mother. “I like this tree. Our nest is so cozy, I don’t want to go anywhere else.”