26- where are my acorns? 我的橡子去哪儿了？
It was the beginning of a beautiful day in the meadow as the winter’s ice and snow gradually gave way to the gentle rays of spring sun … much to the delight of a Little Nutbrown Hare.
“The snow is melting! Winter has finally gone! Spring is really here! I love the smell of Spring! And the sound of Spring! Especially those sounds!”
“Little Nutbrown Hare …! Guess what?”
“I know! It’s Spring!”
“Yes! And that means…”
“Little Grey Squirrel should be up after his winter rest!”
“We must go and see him!”
“That’s a great idea! I’ll go and tell Big Nutbrown Hare…”
“Where are you off to in such a hurry?”
“We’re going to see if Little Grey Squirrel is up yet.”
“That sounds like an excellent thing to do on a warm Spring day.”
“See you later.”
“Goodbye, Little Nutbrown Hare.”
“I can’t wait to see Little Grey Squirrel again!”
“Yes. We hardly saw him at all over winter.”
“I do hope he is ready to play with us again.”
“Oh dear.”
“Oh no.”
“Where are they? Listen. Sounds like Little Grey Squirrel is up!”
“But he seems to be upset about something.”
“Hello, Little Grey Squirrel! Is there something wrong?”
“Yes. I can’t find my nuts!”
“What nuts?”
“My walnuts, my hazelnuts and my acorns! Ooo… I know I hid them somewhere.”
“You hid your nuts?”
“Yes, to eat in winter and spring! But I’ve forgotten where I put them!”
“There is nothing worse than waking up hungry and not having any breakfast!”
“Imagine what it must be like for Little Grey Squirrel.”
“He’s been in his tree for most winter.”
“We’ve got to help him. Don’t wrong, Little Grey Squirrel! We’ll help you find your nuts.”
“But how can you possibly know where to look?”
“Easy! We’ll think like a squirrel and do things we’ve seen you do!”
“What sort of things do I do?”
“Well…er…”
“You’re very good at climbing so if I were you. I would have done this … where shall I put my nuts? where shall I put my nuts? Shall I put them here? Or here? Or here?”
“I’m not like that! Am I? Am I?”
“Yes.”
“But it hasn’t helped me find your nuts.”
“Then let me try! You’re very good at jumping and leaping, Little Grey Squirrel!”
“Yes, I am. Watch.”
“Then maybe you found a place to store your nuts while you were jumping around one day.”
“I’m not like that, am I?”
“Yes, you are.”
“Oh, look!”
“Have you found my nuts?”
“No, I was tricking you, because that’s another thing you like to do trick us!”
“Did it jog your memory?”
“No.”
“Then let me try! Everyone knows what a good juggler you are… well… maybe you were jugging your nuts when you dropped them and they rolled away somewhere.”
“That’s possible…”
“Let’s pretend these are the nuts…”
“That’s not how you juggle!”
“Now let them go and see where they land…”
“Oh… they didn’t go anywhere. So now where do we look?”
“We spent a lot of time last Autumn playing the meadow – maybe I hid my nuts there!”
“Yes!”
“Isn’t spring beautiful?!”
“Oooh… it certainly is!”
“Watch me! I’m a bee! Buzz…”
“And I’m a Little Nutbrown Rolling Stone!”
“Hello, little blue butterfly.”
“Wait a minute! Those cowslips! I remember burying my walnuts near them! Oh … they’re not here.”
“There’s a little walnut tree over here.”
“That’s funny. That wasn’t here last Autumn.”
“Hello, there. Maybe that’s what happened to your walnuts.”
“What do you mean that’s what happened to my walnuts?”
“Perhaps this is where you buried your walnuts and they’ve started to grow into trees.”
“You mean, they’re not nuts anymore?”
“No, they’ve turned into seeds and sprouted.”
“And I’m so hungry.”
“Well, let’s keep looking!”
“I remember this smell. I think I buried my hazelnuts around here. Yes, it’s those violets! I’m sure I buried my hazelnuts near them! They are not here, either! What happened to them?”
“Could these be young hazelnut trees?”
“Yes, and they weren’t here last year.”
“Oh dear. Don’t tell me my hazelnuts are growing into trees, too!”
“It seems like it.”
“Oh… it was such a long winter and I’m so hungry…”
“Don’t give up, yet. Little Grey Squirrel! We still might find your acorns!”
“Yes, you’re right. I can think of one more place we can look… I think I might have hurried my acorns near these hyacinths…”
“Oak trees grow from acorns, don’t they?”
“Yes.”
“Well, I think this is a baby oak tree.”
“Yes, that’s right.”
“What? You mean my acorn are growing into tress, too? Oh no… what am I going to do? What’s so funny?”
“Your face! It’s got mud on it.”
“I can’ t see my face.”
“It looks like this.”
“That’s pretty funny!”
“As funny as this?”
“Yeah, that’s pretty funny, too!”
“But not as funny as this.”
“Thanks for cheering me up.”
“That’s what friends are for. Little Grey Squirrel.”
“And that’s what I love about spring even more than nuts. Playing with my friends again!”
“Yes. Remember last spring when we played jump-the-log together?”
“The log? That’s what I did with my special acorns!”
“I thought you buried your acorns.”
“I just remember that I didn’t bury them… I hid them in here!”
“Oh… that’s a lot of acorns! Enough for all of us!”
After the big feast of acorns, when even Little Grey Squirrel wasn’t hungry any more, Big Nutbrown Hare came to take his son home…
“Did you find Little Grey Squirrel’s nuts in the end?”
“Yes, we did! Look! Big Nutbrown Hare.”
“Yes, Little Nutbrown Hare.”
“Can this little acorn really grow up, to be as big as that tree?”
“Yes.”
“Guess how much I love you.”
“As much as the old Oak tree is big?”
“No, as big as this acorn! Because it just keeps growing, and growing, and growing.”
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