It was New Year\u2019s morning on Sunny Meadow Farm. The snow sparkled like sugar, and the barnyard was quiet\u2014except for one tiny peep.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Little Chick Peep, the fluffiest yellow chick in the coop, had a big plan. She was going to visit Mr. Sly the Weasel.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cPeep-peep! Happy New Year!\u201d she chirped, tucking a tiny basket of corn kernels under her wing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Her sister, Penny, gasped. \u201cPeep! You can\u2019t visit him<\/em>! He\u2019s sneaky and slinky and he loves<\/em> chicken soup!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cBut it\u2019s New Year,\u201d said Peep, tilting her head. \u201cEven weasels need a friend.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n So off she went, hopping through the snowy fields, her little red boots going crunch-crunch-squeak<\/em>.<\/p>\n\n\n\n At the edge of the woods stood Mr. Sly\u2019s crooked little house. Smoke puffed from the chimney in nervous curls. Peep knocked with her beak. Tap-tap-tap!<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n The door creaked open. Mr. Sly peered down, his whiskers twitching. His eyes went wide. \u201cA\u2026 chick<\/em>? At my door? On New Year\u2019s<\/em>?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cPeep-peep! Happy New Year, Mr. Sly!\u201d She held up her basket. \u201cI brought corn! It\u2019s the good kind\u2014sunny-side-up flavored!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Sly blinked. He opened his mouth\u2014maybe to say \u201cthank you,\u201d maybe to say \u201clunch\u201d\u2014but Peep hopped right past him into his cozy kitchen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u201cOh, your fire is so warm! And your teapot is shaped like a acorn! How cute!\u201d She bounced onto a stool. \u201cWould you like to share my corn? We can have a New Year feast!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Sly stood frozen. His stomach rumbled. His heart, however, did something very strange\u2014it wobbled<\/em>. No one had ever brought him a gift. No one had ever called his teapot cute.<\/p>\n\n\n\n He sat down slowly. \u201cWell\u2026 I do<\/em> have some berry tea.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n They munched corn and sipped tea. Peep told jokes about ducks who couldn\u2019t quack on time. Mr. Sly laughed so hard his tail flopped. Then Peep showed him how to do the \u201cChicken Dance\u201d (flap-flap-wiggle). Mr. Sly tried it, but his weasel legs got tangled, and they both rolled on the floor giggling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n When it was time to go, Peep gave him a peck on the nose. \u201cSee? New Year is for new friends!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mr. Sly watched her hop away, her red boots going crunch-crunch-squeak<\/em>. He smiled\u2014a real, soft smile. Then he tiptoed to his cupboard and put away the big soup pot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n That night, as Peep snuggled into her feathery bed, she heard a gentle scratch at the coop door.<\/p>\n\n\n\n It was Mr. Sly\u2014with a tiny scarf he\u2019d knitted (a little crooked, but warm) and a note that said: \u201cFor my first friend. Thank you for the corn\u2014and the courage.\u201d<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Peep wore the scarf to sleep, dreaming of weasels dancing and teapots whistling.<\/p>\n\n\n\n And from that New Year on, every time the snow fell, Mr. Sly left a little acorn on her windowsill\u2014just to say, \u201cPeep-peep, I remember.\u201d<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Little Chick Peep\u2019s New Year Visit <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":826,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[15],"tags":[21,18],"class_list":["post-824","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-children","tag-children","tag-story"],"acf":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyrecyclebin.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/824","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyrecyclebin.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyrecyclebin.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyrecyclebin.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyrecyclebin.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=824"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/storyrecyclebin.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/824\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":827,"href":"https:\/\/storyrecyclebin.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/824\/revisions\/827"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyrecyclebin.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/826"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/storyrecyclebin.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=824"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyrecyclebin.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=824"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/storyrecyclebin.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=824"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}