Maple the deer misses her friend Tippy the rabbit. The forest feels too big, until a tiny ladybug lands on her paw and stays.
A gentle deer who visits the same stump every evening.
Notices tiny things like ladybugs and warm wood.
It was evening, and evenings always smelled like earth. Maple walked to the old stump. Tippy used to sit here. The stump was still warm. She sniffed the air. No wiggly nose. No tiny paws. Just the wind in the leaves. Shhh... listen... can you hear the wind too? Maple sat down. The stump was still warm. The sun dipped lower. A ladybug landed on her paw. It didn’t fly away. It stayed. The stump was still warm. Maple closed her eyes. The ladybug stayed. The stump stayed. The wind stayed. And that was enough. The forest was quiet. And everything was fine. Just like that.
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