On a quiet winter morning, Squirrel set out through the snowy woods, a carefully written letter tucked under his arm. His destination: Owl’s red post office at the edge of the clearing.
Inside, Owl and Sheep were busy sorting parcels and letters. They both worked at the post office, serving the forest animals with care and cheer. But when they saw Squirrel arriving in the snow, they paused. It wasn’t often someone came all the way on foot.
The letter was addressed to Badger—Squirrel’s good friend who lived further north, where the snow was deeper and the trees grew closer together.
No one knows exactly what the letter said. Perhaps it was a thank you. Perhaps it was a simple “I miss you.” But in a forest where kindness matters, even the smallest letters carry warmth.
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