Growl, went Squirrel's tummy. When would he get another acorn? It had just turned spring, and Squirrel had ran out of acorns.

Squirrel ran down to Mouse's burrow, wishing for some acorns. But when he got there and asked for some acorns, all Mouse had was cheese. "I thought you had acorns," exclaimed Squirrel.
"Acorns are out of season right now," replied mouse. "Our diet for springtime is cheese."
"Uuuuugh," said Squirrel, and slapped his paw to his forehead. He ran out of Mouse's burrow.
Then he saw it. An acorn! "Kaw!" shrieked a crow, as he picked it up and flew off.
"Oh, you crow! You wicked, wicked crow!" shouted Squirrel.
He went back up to his hole in the tree and sat down. Squirrel hadn't noticed this, but his calendar said April 1st. Squirrel snuggled up in his bed and fell asleep, with his tummy grumbling.
"Surprise!" he heard when Squirrel woke up. There were his friends Mouse and Chipmunk with sacks full of acorns. Chipmunk pointed at Squirrel's calendar. "Wow," said Squirrel, "you really fooled me."
The End
I loved your story, but I have to say that I did NOT like the mouse picture. Everything else was great.
ReplyDeleteToo bad, grandma, there's still a mouse. :)
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