The warm sun gently kissed the green meadow, waking Pipkin from her sweet dreams.

Pipkin was a very fluffy, white bunny with a tiny twitchy nose, who loved to nibble juicy clover.

She stretched her long ears and hopped happily out of her cozy burrow home.

Pipkin: “Yummy, yummy clover! Yes, please!”

Her soft pink nose twitched, sniffing the morning air with delight.

The early air was fresh and smelled wonderfully of damp earth and new blossoms.

Suddenly, a curious, soft glow winked near a big, mossy rock.

Pipkin: “Oh! What is that bright thing?”

Under an ancient oak tree, a single acorn shimmered with a gentle, golden light.

It made a quiet, funny "zzzz-whumph" sound, like a tiny sleepy bumblebee.

Pipkin: “An acorn sings! How very, very silly!”

Then, Pipkin felt the ground under her paws jiggle just a little, making her feel wobbly.

Pipkin: “Oh dear, oh dear! Ground wobbly!”

Pipkin looked closely at the glowing, humming acorn, which seemed to wobble too.

She thought the acorn was making everything around her move and jiggle.

Pipkin knew just the wise old friend who might have an answer.

She hopped quickly towards the tallest, gnarliest oak tree in the whole meadow.

High on a branch, Squeaky the squirrel was busily chattering to himself.

Pipkin: “Squeaky! Squeaky! Please help me!”

Squeaky: “What's all this fuss, Pipkin?”

Pipkin: “Acorn glows! And ground is wobbly!”

Squeaky stopped chattering and carefully scampered down the rough tree trunk.

Squeaky: “Show Squeaky, little worried bunny.”

Pipkin quickly led her bushy-tailed friend back to the strange, glowing acorn.

Squeaky squinted one eye at the golden, humming acorn, then at the ground.

Squeaky: “Ah, just a special, magic acorn!”

Squeaky: “It just glows, Pipkin. No need for worries!”

The ground wasn't truly wobbly; Pipkin had just felt so surprised and excited by the new discovery.

Pipkin gave a soft, happy giggle, feeling much calmer and sleepy now.

Later, snuggled deep in her soft burrow, the big, round moon shone through her window.

She closed her eyes, dreaming peaceful dreams of glowing acorns and funny, tiny bumblebee sounds.