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Tiny Mouse and the Winter Sparkle
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The Sparkling Morning
Crunch, crunch, crunch
—the little mouse stepped onto the soft snow outside its round wooden door, its tiny paws leaving perfect prints behind. The forest was quiet, but not too quiet; the snowflakes whispered as they drifted down, and somewhere nearby, an icicle went
plink, plink, plop
, dropping tiny drops of water onto a frozen rock. The trees stood tall, their branches heavy with snow, sparkling like they’d been sprinkled with sugar. The mouse blinked—
once, twice, three times
—just to make sure it wasn’t dreaming.
Everything seemed new and magical, as if the whole world had been freshly painted overnight. “Oh, it’s so beautiful,” the mouse whispered, wrapping its tiny red scarf a little tighter. Snowflakes twirled in the air, some landing softly on the mouse’s paws like little stars, before melting into nothing. Far away, a robin chirped—just a single note, bright and clear, and the sound made the mouse’s heart feel warm.
The mouse looked around at the glittering world, the soft snow, the quiet forest, and thought, “This is the kind of morning where something wonderful might happen.” With a happy flick of its tail, the little mouse decided it was time to explore.
Crunch, crunch, crunch
—off it went, through the sparkling snow, ready to see what the day would bring.