Quarantine Stories

Quarantine Survival KitContains:– A listening ear– A smile that reaches your eyes– Mask and hand-sanitizer*– Blue skies overhead– A journal and pen– A friend in nature– A pocket full of kindness– A sunny disposition– A heart full of hope– Emergency air-hug– Back-up rainbow– A patience cushion– A full set of complimentsAVAILABLE NOW!Inquire within(*with the exception … Read More

Tiny looked at the calendar; a red crayon heart circled the date fours squares from today. It said: “Happy Birthday Miss Rose!” She gulped. What was she going to do? All her party plans had been dashed by the virus, and Treetops was still under quarantine. She put on her thinking-cap, stared through the window, … Read More

Tiny stood in the grass behind Willow Tree Cottage, and gazed across the emerald ocean. Dozens of mysterious feathery powder-puffs had appeared overnight, and now swayed on thin stalks in the breeze. As she pulled one from the ground—holding it aloft for a closer inspection—the mischievous spring wind whipped beneath them, carrying them up into … Read More

Tiny couldn’t stop thinking about Lonely Tree. She wondered how he was coping, all alone in the Wild Briar Wood, and set off to visit her old friend. As she reached the shady clearing, Tiny flung her arms around Lonely Tree’s warm trunk, who swayed his limbs in the morning breeze. Tiny noticed an unusual-looking … Read More

It was a glorious spring morning. Tiny flung open her window to find Constance Goldfinch chirping on the windowsill, and holding a letter under her wing.“Pea-te-tee-te-tee!,” sang Constance, “Good morning Tiny, a letter for you!”Tiny felt a thrill inside. She tore it open. The letter was from Woodmint the Badger.“Dear Tiny,” it said, “Would you … Read More

Tiny woke up in a cold sweat, it was the third time this week. Tears escaped from her eyes, and she sat up in the silence of the witching hour. The room was in darkness, save for the shafts of hazy moonlight that streamed down from Mother-the-Moon’s watchful gaze.“What is the matter Tiny, why do … Read More

Tiny stared into the two golden suns, her best friend’s eyes were filled with love. She placed her small hand against the window, which Penny-dog covered with her paw. Only a thin sheet of glass separated them, but it felt like they were miles apart.“When can I see you, Tiny,” whimpered Penny-dog, “I miss you.”“Hopefully … Read More

Tiny decided to take her morning walk in the Wild Briar Wood. It had been so long since she had dipped her toe into the icy stream, or heard the breezy sway of the trees. She stopped at the clearing near Silent Creek, and sat in the space between the three tall Maple Sisters. It was … Read More

It was the third day of rain. Tiny grabbed her brolly and headed outside. Except for the gentle pitter-patter, it was eerily quiet. The world looked so different—glassy craters festooned the grass, and the flowerbeds were filled with rainwater. Tiny headed towards the puddle beneath the birdbath, and jumped. But instead of a splash, she … Read More

Tiny flipped through the pages of the Treetops Tribune. The library on Lemon Tree Lane was still closed, and sweet Liesel Greenleaf was feeling poorly. A dark cloud began to form over Tiny’s head, threatening rain. She turned the page hoping for a glimmer of sun—and there it was. Her dear friend Dana Bear, owner … Read More

The voice in the radio-box had been talking all day—it sounded quite serious, and a little bit scared. It seemed like a lot of people had been feeling under the weather, and had been told to stay home and rest. Tiny’s heart-bird flapped anxiously in her chest. “Who will have tea with Miss Rose?” she … Read More