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The Animals of Little Meadow, part 10: The Little Garden

The Story Begins

Morning on Little Meadow was quiet and smelled of grass. Bobo the Hedgehog walked along the path with his little blue scarf, and he carried a yellow leaf on his spines.

“Look!” called Liza the Squirrel from a low branch. “There is an open little place here in the grass.”

Everyone came closer. Between the soft blades, there really was a small patch of bare earth. It was not big at all. It was so small that only two of Bobo’s paws could fit there side by side.

Timo the Bunny looked at the place up close. “It is flat,” he said carefully. “And there is enough grass near it to keep the wind away.”

Bobo tilted his head. “What could be here?”

Uma the Little Owl sat on an old twig above them. Her small glasses shone softly in the morning light. “Even a tiny place can be important,” she said. “Maybe a little garden could grow here.”

Liza’s eyes became bright. “A garden? With seeds?”

“With seeds,” Uma nodded.

Timo was already gently moving away a dry blade of grass from the ground. “First, we will make it a soft home,” he said.

The little bunny worked very carefully. With his paws he made the earth smooth, pushed away a pebble, and broke a lump that was hard like a small nut. He did not pull the grass around the spot. He only moved it a little, so the garden could have its quiet corner.

Meanwhile, Liza hopped here and there. “I will bring the seeds! I have them in my green pouch.”

“Such tiny ones?” asked Bobo.

“The tiniest,” said the squirrel proudly. “But maybe big flowers will grow from them. Or green leaves. Or maybe something that smells sweet!”

When the ground was soft and clean, Timo nodded happily. “There. The seeds will feel good here.”

Liza opened her pouch made from an acorn shell. On her paw lay three little seeds. They were so tiny that Bobo did not know where to look for a moment.

“They are like dots,” he whispered.

“Dots that can grow,” said Uma.

Liza placed the seeds into the soft earth. Timo made a tiny little bed for them with his paw. Then Bobo took the yellow leaf from his spines and very carefully covered the seeds with soft earth.

“Good night, seeds,” he mumbled.

“It is not night yet,” giggled Liza.

“Under the ground, it is a little like night,” Bobo explained.

Uma smiled. “That is a good thought. Under the ground, the seeds will be safe. They need water, light, time, and peace.”

Timo thought about it. “Can light get under the ground too?”

“First, the sun’s warmth helps them,” the owl answered. “And when they come out, the sun will welcome them fully.”

Near the little garden, they left a small drop of water from the leaf Bobo had brought from the stream. Then all of them stood quietly for a while. The grass whispered, and somewhere above the flowers, a bee buzzed.

The next day, Bobo ran to the garden first. He looked at the ground, and then he looked even closer.

“Has something grown yet?” he asked.

Liza landed beside him with a light hop. “Where? Where?” She leaned forward so far that her fluffy tail almost swept the ground.

“I cannot see anything,” said Bobo, a little sad.

Timo came along the path more slowly. His eyes checked the garden from all sides. “Maybe we did not make the earth smooth enough,” he whispered. “Or the leaf was too big. Or…”

When Things Start to Change

Just then Uma landed on a low branch. “What is happening here?”

“The seeds are still sleeping,” said Liza. “I already came to look twice.”

The little owl looked at the smooth earth. “Maybe they are not sleeping. Maybe they are working quietly.”

“Working?” Bobo asked in surprise.

Uma nodded. “Down under the ground, a seed can send out tiny roots. We cannot see them. But that does not mean they are not there.”

Timo sat down on his heels. “So we did not spoil anything?”

“No,” she answered calmly. “The little garden only needs its small drop of water and then a little peace.”

Liza wanted to hop around the spot once more, but she stopped. “I will not stomp,” she said more softly. “Let the roots have peace.”

Every day, the friends came to look at the garden. Bobo greeted it with, “Good morning, little seeds.” Liza brought a drop of water in a smooth leaf. Timo checked that no big pebble was lying on the ground. Uma sat nearby and listened to the whisper of the grass.

Later, a sunny afternoon came. Warm light fell on the meadow, and the tiny flowers slowly turned toward the sun. Bobo bent down again to the garden.

Suddenly, he froze.

“Liza,” he whispered. “Timo. Uma. Look here.”

A thin green loop was peeking out of the ground. It was tiny, smaller than Liza’s claw. A drop of dew trembled on its tip.

“A sprout!” Liza cried, but right away she covered her mouth with her paws. “I mean… a sprout,” she said softly and smiled.

Timo took a breath. “It really grew, even when we could not see it.”

Bobo put a small leaf next to the sprout like an umbrella, but Uma gently stopped him.

“Today the sun is kind,” she said. “Let the sprout meet it.”

The hedgehog put the leaf back on his spines. Then all four sat by their little garden. No one hurried. Liza gave the sprout one tiny drop of water, and Timo smoothed the earth beside it so he would not touch it.

“Grow slowly,” whispered Bobo.

A soft wind moved over Little Meadow. The green sprout swayed gently, as if it were greeting its new friends.

In the end, Little Meadow was helped by a small seed and patient care.