Little Badger Story: Little Badger Storage
There was a little badger who loved to daydream. One day, she thought of an interesting story.
“Where should I store this interesting story?” The little badger couldn’t find anything to store the story in.
At that moment, a gust of wind blew by.
“Can you help me store a story?” the little badger asked the wind.
“Of course, everyone knows I’m a wind that loves stories.” After hearing the little badger’s story, the wind’s belly puffed up, and it rolled away into the distance. However, rolling along with a big round belly seemed rather slow.
Traveling with this puffy story was a bit inconvenient, the wind thought.
“Where should I store this interesting story?” The wind couldn’t find anything to store the story in either.
At that moment, a cloud drifted by.
“Can you help me store a story?” the wind asked the cloud.
“Of course, everyone knows I’m a cloud that loves stories.” After hearing the wind’s story, the cloud’s belly became swollen. She continued to perform magic tricks, but doing so with a big belly seemed tiring.
Performing tricks with this big, heavy story was indeed inconvenient, and the cloud became so anxious that her face turned dark.
“Where should I store this interesting story?” The cloud couldn’t find anything to store the story in either.
At that moment, the cloud looked down and saw a pond.
“Can you help me store a story?” the cloud asked the pond.
“Of course, everyone knows I’m a pond that loves stories,” said the pond.
“Patter-patter—patter-patter—” the cloud turned the story into raindrops that fell into the pond’s belly. Now, the pond’s belly swelled up so much it almost overflowed onto the shore.
Having such a big belly was quite inconvenient, so the pond didn’t dare let the little fish jump around too much.
“Where should I store this interesting story?” The pond couldn’t find anything to store the story in either.
At that moment, some rosebuds emerged by the shore.
“Can you help me store a story?” the pond asked the rose bushes.
“Of course, everyone knows we’re flowers that love stories.” The rose bushes opened their buds and stored the story inside. But, oh dear, after storing the story, the rosebuds couldn’t close their petals anymore, and they bloomed into beautiful flowers.
Bees came, butterflies came, ladybugs came, ants came… They all discovered that the rose bushes were blooming with a story that sounded more and more delightful. The roses became fragrant trumpets, each one retelling the story over and over again…
That day, the daydreaming little badger came to the pond and saw the beautifully fragrant roses. She was thrilled! It was her birthday that evening, and she wanted everyone to taste the rose petal pies she made herself. These roses were perfect for the filling.
That evening, something magical happened. Whoever ate a rose petal pie found a sweet story emerging from their heart. One by one, everyone began telling stories… The little badger was amazed to find that the story she had stored had multiplied into many stories, and these stories were more fragrant, more beautiful, and more interesting than before…
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
