Caimille Wolf

Once upon a time, in a little cottage atop a tall tree in a little forest, there lived a little squirrel named Chestnut. Every morning, Chestnut loved to take her little basket and go on nature walks to collect little colorful flowers in the meadows. She would make bouquets and flower wreaths and sell them at the market square. But one day, when Chestnut went on a walk to collect more flowers, she found a big black hill blocking her way. The big black hill was very strange, because instead of being covered with green grass, it was covered in black scales that shimmered in the sunlight. Another strange thing about the big black hill was that it moved up and down, almost as if it were breathing. “I don’t know how this strange hill got here,” Chestnut said to herself. “But I’ll just climb over it.” Chestnut clambered up the big black hill. It was a little difficult, since it kept moving up and down, but thanks to her determination, Chestnut managed to reach the very top. “I did it!” Chest...