Tiny stopped to read the words on the poster taped to the trunk of the young oak tree. “Golden Oak Storytime. Before dusk. All beings welcome.” Tiny’s body filled with sunshine as a smile stretched across her face. “Storytime. My favorite!” She scanned the sky for the sun which looked ready to melt over Treetops. … Read More

Tiny opened one sleepy eye. The air was hazy with silver sparkles as though a moonbeam had slipped into her room during the night. She sat up with a start. The sparkles formed into a ribbon which fluttered towards the open window. Tiny leapt out of bed and chased after it, watching it drift into … Read More

Tiny watched Woodmint hang the final strand of oak leaf bunting. The flags fluttered like waving hands welcoming them to the Spring Fête. The rain had stopped, and the day promised to be spectacular. Tiny gazed around the village green; there was just one thing missing—the food. Tiny raced towards Dana-bear who was pacing around … Read More

Tiny was lost in her story when she heard the rat-a-tat-tat. It wasn’t coming from the window, or the door. She jumped down from the library bookshelf to investigate. The sound was coming from the Half-Broken Toys Box. Tiny ran across the rug and clambered up the alphabet blocks to peer inside. A ballerina doll … Read More

The Stars For You Penny-dog looked to the ground and let out her heaviest sigh. “What’s wrong?” Tiny asked, placing one tender hand over her paw. “A new batch of puppies has arrived at THUMP*. They’re lonely and scared and won’t stop crying.” Tiny gasped. “That’s terrible! Let’s try and cheer them up.” But when … Read More

Tiny sat in the bustling café with a winter-spice muffin and a capful of steaming nut broth. Friends and neighbors crowded the tables, but despite the noise and good cheer she felt like she was the only person in the room. Her heart-bird let out a lonely sigh. It was in that moment that she … Read More

Her attention was stolen by a flash overhead. Tiny dropped the ball and ran across the Village Green, eyes scanning the sky for the glow she’d just seen. “What do you think that was, Penny-dog?” Tiny said to her best friend. “Lightning, a plane, or a UFO?”“Maybe it was Mother-the-Sun’s smile?” thought Penny-dog.“Perhaps,” said Tiny … Read More

Tiny peeked through the bedroom curtains. Mother-the-Sun was nowhere in sight. The morning sky was thin and wrinkled, and a grey veil of mist hung over Treetops.‘Perhaps I should go back to bed,’ Tiny thought with a sigh. On days like these, the world felt too large and out of reach. Penny-dog had lost her … Read More

Tiny and Constance Goldfinch stared at the branches strewn across Orange Blossom Lane. It appeared as though a mini tornado had swept through the village of Treetops. But as they looked up into Old Man Guthrie’s favorite tree, they noticed it wasn’t a tornado, or even a storm—it was squirrels! They tore through leaves and … Read More

Tiny sat on the beach beside her best friend, allowing the warm glittery sand to slide between her fingers. The ocean was a blanket of blue silk and bright sparkles—breathtaking in its beauty, and mesmerizing in its power. Penny-dog gazed out too, and her golden eyes watered in the fresh briny air. Tiny’s heart was … Read More

Tiny sat atop the dining-table in Esperanza’s kitchen, her legs stretched out in a V. She absently stroked the smooth wooden surface, watching her elderly neighbor prepare a pot of hot cocoa.“Mmmm. Feels good,” rumbled a voice.Tiny looked around. The sound seemed to be coming from beneath her.“Yoohoo,” said a slow deep voice which sounded … Read More

Tiny and Penny-dog waved to Mother-the-Moon as she floated high into the coal-black sky, sending streaks of silvery light across the night ceiling.“Let’s go for a midnight stroll,” said Tiny, “we can visit Mother-the-Moon!”Penny-dog gave a twirl; she was always ready for a walk. But as Tiny and Penny-dog turned onto Orange Blossom Lane, they … Read More

Tiny was stringing another flower into her daisy chain when she spotted Woodmint barreling through the garden, furry arms shaking, and gasping for breath.“What’s wrong?” Tiny asked, jumping to her feet.“The fountain,” panted the badger, “in the Village Green. It’s flowing. One minute it was quiet, the next it was dancing! Come on Tiny, let’s … Read More

It was barely after dawn when Tiny stepped outside to say good morning to the world. The sun yawned, the earth dozed, and the trees stretched themselves awake. Through the stillness, a ribbon of sound spiraled through the air, and kissed Tiny on the ear. It was music—not the joyful twitters of the neighborhood birds, … Read More

Penny-dog’s birthday was just around the corner, and the Village Hall was buzzing with activity. Tiny watched from the door and gave a silent cheer—the brightly-colored bunting, balloons, and polka-dot tablecloths were so festive, Penny-dog was going to love the surprise party the villagers had planned. Tiny zipped her mouth shut to stop the secret … Read More

Tiny sat on the bank of Silent Creek, enjoying the cool tickle of water between her toes. The sky was a clear summertime blue, and Mother-the-Sun was beaming. Tiny closed her eyes ready to float away on a daydream, when she was pulled back with a jolt by Constance Goldfinch flapping excitedly beside her. “It’s … Read More

Tiny nestled in her cozy dawn dream, enjoying Mother-the-Sun’s warm caress on her cheek. She opened one eye and stared at the calendar. It said, “Good morning, Tiny! Time to meet Woodmint!”“Woodmint! At last,” she cried, and hopped out of bed, ran down the stairs, and leapt into the bright new morning. The air was … Read More

Tiny stood beneath the butterfly-bush and closed her eyes to savor the stillness of the morning. It wrapped around her shoulders like a gossamer shawl. A shrill cheep soon pierced through the silence. Tiny looked around her—it was coming from the ivy that clambered across the walls of Willow Tree Cottage. Peering into the tangle … Read More

Tiny stood at the rain-streaked window, gazed into the angry dark clouds, and let out her heaviest sigh. She had waited all week for this special day—an adventure with Penny-dog, a backpack full of snacks, and the freedom of a day spent outdoors. She stared at the sorrowful sky, hoping it would change. It didn’t. … Read More