The Treasure Thief.
Meadow's lucky find
You twitch your squirrel tail in excitement as you find yourself standing at the entrance of a small, trodden path. Crunch, crunch, crunch—a symphony of leaves under your tiny paws—as you start to scamper along this secret way. Sunlight weaves through the leafy canopy, dappling the ground with golden specks. Aha! Right at the end of this secret path, you find it. The troll's treasure cave.
The scent of the cave envelopes you—it carries a musky, potent tang. It's raw, primeval, familiar, and a bit like wet rounded rocks. You hold your breath, pluck up your courage, and venture in. Shielded by the cave's darkness, you spy shiny little orbs of light. Magic acorns! Your heart beats faster as you scurry over, stuffing a few of them into your cheeks. You take one last look at the dusky ceiling of the cave—and you flee.
Retracing your steps down the mysterious path, you can hardly contain your wily excitement. With each stride you take, clutched inside your cheeks, the magic acorns feel heavier. Finally, you're back to the sunlit meadow. Once the paranoia of being inside the cave is behind you, the sounds of rustling leaves and tweeting birds fill your ears. You stash your treasure, smiles on your heart. Once again, you celebrate your cunning little journey as you nibble a nut under the soft gaze of sunlight.