At the end of Sunshine Valley, there is a forest of oak trees covered with golden fallen leaves. There is a little chicken named Pip living in the forest. Pip has a fluffy yellow fur like a dandelion, and he always bounces around like a bouncing ball when walking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One evening, the sun rolled slowly towards the hill like a ripe orange. Pip chased a glowing firefly in the grass and unknowingly ran away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oh, “Pip stopped and tilted his furry little head,” where is my home<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At this moment, a rustling sound came from the bushes. A red fox with a tail like a big broom crawled out. His name is Felix, wearing a pair of small glasses made of acorn shells and a scarf made of hay around his neck.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pip was so scared that he took two steps back, his wings tightly pressed against his body.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
But Felix did not show his sharp teeth. Instead, he took out a shiny wild berry from his pocket and gently placed it on the leaf in front of Pip.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good evening, little fluffy ball, “Felix’s voice was as gentle as the wind blowing through the leaves,” you look like you’re lost<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pip blinked his black bean like eyes and said, ‘Aren’t you eating chicks?’<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Felix smiled and his ears trembled slightly. “Oh, no, no, no. I just finished a big plate of mushroom soup and now I just want to find a friend to watch the stars with. And,” he pushed his acorn glasses, “my scarf is too tight and I need someone to tidy it up<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pip felt that this fox didn’t smell like a terrifying hunter, but rather like freshly baked bread. He walked over carefully and used his small beak to help Felix flatten the scarf.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Thank you, “Felix said,” in return, I’ll take you to a secret place<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He made Pip jump onto his wide back. Felix ran like a gentle wind, through the silver moonlight, through the dozing rabbit hole, and finally stopped under a huge old oak tree.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The old oak tree’s hollow is covered with thick moss and dried flowers. Felix took out a small jar wrapped in leaves from inside.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
This is Moonlight Honey, “he whispered,” I’ve been waiting for a lost friend for a long time<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pip took a sip, sweet and silky, as if he had swallowed the entire summer sunshine in his mouth.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
They leaned against the tree roots, and Felix used his tail as a blanket for Pip. Fireflies flew over and drew small circles around them.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Felix, “Pip yawned slightly,” will you still come to play with me tomorrow<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Of course, “the fox said softly,” I will bring a newly made grass scarf and freshly picked wild berries<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pip closed his eyes and listened to Felix’s steady breathing, like a small lullaby.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The moon quietly climbed up the treetops, covering the old oak tree with a silver blanket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At the end of the Sunshine Valley, a little chicken and a fox fell asleep under the starlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good night, little fluffy ball.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good night, Big Tail.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good night, all the children who are listening to the story.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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