The Treasure Thief.
The tiny tunnel
Taking one last glancing look back at the forest trail, you remember the captivating ribbon-like path winding through the trees. Your heart chooses the secret of the shadowy tunnel. A thrill shoots up your spine as the decision seals itself in your daring squirrel heart. Once more you count on your instincts that have engineered adventures all throughout this forest. And so, like the courageous traveler you are, you choose to enter the narrow rescue tunnel. Remembering how it had promised secrets, you find hope flourishing in your bravery.
Your little squirrel heart beats rapidly, as you enter the tunnel and the passage turns more extensive. And then, like magic, you uncover the troll's hidden treasure cave. The air is musty, but also sweet in some way. It feels like entering a hidden wonderland of brilliant colors and exciting aromas. You see huge mounds of glittering, special acorns that shine in the cave's dim light. They remind you of a beautifully bright night sky from a distant memory. You find your cheeks stretching with acorns, their light pulse feeling gentle and warm against your fur. Mission accomplished! You, the most thieving yet smartest of all squirrels, have finished an exciting conquest right under the nose of troll!
Treading carefully, you move quietly, your bushy tail dancing in the air. Anxiously, you step back towards the narrow tunnel that appears way more frightening now than it did during the entry. You wished your adventures were less nerve-wracking sometimes. Soft moonlight filters in, moving like tiny dancers on the cave floor and painting the crowded acorns in a softer hue of gold. The exit lies straight away, and as thrilling as it was to secretively steal from the trove, the sight of daylight is deeply comforting.
Following the completion of your quest and upon moving above ground, your senses reach an all-time high bringing in everything all at once from the surroundings. It is quiet and fragant, so much like the forest you love, apart from the occasional sea-owl hooting somewhere in the distance or the rustling leaves above. With your heart still pounding loudly in your little squirrel chest, you regard the familiar woods. Deep shadows overcast the forest floor in beautiful shades of night time and the river moves down its path in whispering tones. The lone old cabin still stands small yet strong in the heart of the forest.