The Squirrel's Acorn Adventure 4

Squeaky finds a treasure, round and brown, The biggest acorn in the whole town! Sunbeams dancing, a forest so bright, A perfect clearing, bathed in gold light.

"Oh, where to hide it?" Squeaky did squeak, "A secret place, both sturdy and sleek!" He scurried past mushrooms, red, white, and tall, He heard a soft hoot, answering his call.

Oaky the Owl, with eyes wise and grand, Perched on a branch, with acorn in hand! "Looking for somewhere?" Oaky gently cooed, "This forest is tricky, misunderstood!"

Squeaky zoomed faster, a blur in the green, A prickly thicket, the toughest he'd seen! Then over a stream, on a wobbly old log, He leaped with a giggle, defying the bog!

A grumpy old badger, with stripes on his face, Tried to snatch the acorn, at a furious pace! Squeaky dodged left, then he darted right, Holding on tight, with all of his might!

At last, he found it, a hollow old tree, Perfect for acorns, as happy as could be! He tucked his treasure, safe and sound inside, His adventure was over, with nothing to hide!

Oaky swooped down, with a feathery grace, A wide owl smile, on his wise old face. "You did it, young Squeaky! Brave, swift, and so bold!" With nuts and with berries, their story is told.