Microfables

Trees are felled and new saplings grow repeating the cycle, each year, Leaving the squirrel a bit puzzled—where are its nuts buried? Saved in the fall to enjoy the cold, now the trees are gone, and plants cover the ground!

With winter's arrival, Little squirrel takes a rest, Sitting in the sun's warm rays, Preparing for the season's cold, Building dreys, gathering food Remain active for the days ahead.