On a small hill kissed by the sunshine, lived a little rabbit named Oliver. Oliver had soft, creamy white fur and a pair of sparkling black eyes that were always full of curiosity.
Oliver’s favorite thing to do was to run around the forest, collecting all kinds of treasures: a maple leaf that looked like a tiny golden fan, a smooth little pebble, and a feather with a perfect curve. He had a small basket woven from hay, filled with his treasures.
One day, Oliver found something he had never seen before in the forest—a small, red, square-shaped object with strange symbols printed on it. He carefully touched it with his nose and poked it with his paw.
“What is this?” Oliver muttered to himself.
An old turtle passing by slowly crawled over. He pushed up the glasses on his nose and said leisurely, “Oh, Oliver, that’s an envelope. It was accidentally dropped here by Mr. Postman. It’s used to hold letters.”
“A letter? What’s that?” Oliver tilted his head and asked.
“Well,” the old turtle smiled, “a letter is when you write down the words in your heart on a piece of paper, put it inside an envelope, and send it to the person you want to reach. The person who receives the letter can feel your thoughts and happiness.”
Oliver’s eyes lit up instantly. He had so many words in his heart he wanted to say, but he didn’t know who to say them to. His best friend, the little squirrel, had gone to another forest to visit relatives today, and the little hedgehog was busy preparing food for the winter.
“I’m going to write a letter!” Oliver suddenly had a brilliant idea.
He quickly ran back to his little burrow, found the largest and flattest maple leaf, and dipped a small twig into some berry juice to use as ink. He lay on the maple leaf and wrote carefully, stroke by stroke.
Dear friends of the forest,
Hello!
The weather is so nice today. The sunshine is warm, and the breeze is gentle. I found a red envelope in the forest today, and Old Turtle told me it’s for holding letters.
I want to write a letter to you to tell you how happy I am today. I found a particularly beautiful pinecone today; its scales looked like little flowers. I also saw a blue butterfly; it flew so fast, like a flash of blue lightning.
I hope you can be as happy as I am.
Love,
Oliver
After Oliver finished writing, he carefully folded the maple leaf and put it into the red envelope. But who should he send the letter to?
He thought and thought, and suddenly had an idea. He would send this letter to everyone in the forest!
Oliver put his treasure basket on his back and began his “letter-delivering” journey. He first placed a letter (he had made many copies) at the doorstep of the little squirrel’s house, then quietly slipped a letter into the little hedgehog’s tree hollow. He left one for the busy bees and even left one for Grandpa Owl, who was taking a nap.
Finally, he came to the largest oak tree in the center of the forest and hung the last letter on the most conspicuous branch.
After doing all this, Oliver returned to his little burrow with satisfaction. He lay in bed, imagining what his friends would look like when they received the letters, and the corners of his mouth couldn’t help but turn up.
The next morning, when the first ray of sunshine shone into the forest, Oliver was woken up by a burst of noise. He poked his head out to look—wow! His doorstep was crowded with little animals! The little squirrel, the little hedgehog, the bees, and even Grandpa Owl, everyone had come.
“Oliver! Oliver!” The little squirrel held up the maple leaf letter and jumped excitedly, “I received your letter! I’m so happy too!”
“Me too, me too!” The little hedgehog waved his little paws, “Your letter made me feel like winter isn’t so cold anymore!”
The bees buzzed around Oliver, “Oliver, your letter is so sweet, just like the nectar we collect!”
Grandpa Owl smiled kindly and said, “Oliver, you are such a kind little fellow. Your letter has filled the whole forest with warmth.”
Oliver looked at everyone, and his heart felt as sweet as honey. He never thought that a small letter could bring so much happiness.
From that day on, Oliver became the most popular “Little Postman” in the forest. He would write many letters every day, sometimes sharing an interesting story, sometimes drawing a cute picture, and sometimes simply saying “Hello.”
And every little animal in the forest would write back to Oliver. Their letters carried the fragrance of pinecones, the sweetness of nectar, or the tranquility of the night.
And so, the little letters, like invisible threads, tightly connected the hearts of everyone in the forest. And Oliver, in this warm connection, spent one happy and cozy night after another.
Every night, when darkness fell, Oliver would lie on his soft little bed, listening to the rustling of the wind blowing through the leaves outside the window. Thinking about the letters he received during the day, with a heart full of happiness and contentment, he would sweetly drift off to sleep.
