Cyril The Squirrel

By Robin Wickens

Join Cyril the Squirrel on a whimsical adventure in this collection of heartwarming children's short stories. Cyril is no ordinary squirrel - he's full of curiosity and courage as he navigates the enchanting forest alongside his woodland friends. From overcoming challenges to discovering the true meaning of friendship, each tale is filled with fun, laughter, and valuable life lessons. "Cyril The Squirrel" is a delightful read that will capture the imaginations of young readers and leave them eager for more.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rob's Books
• Release date: Apr 15, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224942008

Robin Wickens

Here at Rob's Books, we are committed to spreading the joy of story, colouring and puzzling books, making it an enjoyable and accessible activity for all. We envision a world where creativity is a celebrated and integral part of everyday life.

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1: The Magic Marble

Once upon a time, in a sun-dappled corner of a vast and vibrant forest, there lived a young squirrel named Cyril. Cyril was not your ordinary squirrel; he was bright-eyed and bushy-tailed, with a fiery red coat and an insatiable curiosity about the world around him.

One bright morning, as Cyril scampered up his favorite oak tree to fetch breakfast, he noticed a peculiar glittering object nestled in the branches of a distant fir tree. His heart thumped with excitement—Cyril had never seen anything shine quite like that in the forest before. With a flick of his tail and a quick glance back at his cozy nest, he made a decision that would start him on the greatest adventure of his life.

Cyril leapt from branch to branch, his small claws gripping the bark as he made his way towards the mysterious glimmer. As he approached, the object revealed itself to be a beautiful glass marble, its surface swirling with colours that danced in the morning light. It was like holding a tiny, captive rainbow in his paws.

Just as he reached out to touch the marble, a voice boomed from below. Hey! What do you think you're doing with that? Cyril almost dropped the marble in surprise. He looked down to find a stern-looking magpie, eyeing him suspiciously.

This is a magic marble, the magpie declared, hopping closer on a lower branch. It fell from my collection, and I've been looking everywhere for it!

Cyril, intrigued by the word 'magic', decided to return the marble but asked, What's so magic about it?

With a dramatic flutter of wings, the magpie replied, This marble can show you your heart's deepest desire! But it must be used wisely. The magpie's eyes twinkled with a mixture of mischief and wisdom.

Seeing Cyril's interest, the bird proposed a deal. I will let you look into the marble, but first, you must help me gather shiny things to replace the one you almost took. Do we have an agreement?

Eager to discover what mysteries the magic marble might hold, Cyril agreed immediately. Thus began their journey together, through thickets and across streams, collecting shiny pebbles, bits of broken glass, and anything that sparkled in the underbrush.

As they worked side by side, Cyril learned about the magpie’s past adventures and the many secrets of the forest that he had never known. Every so often, Cyril would think about the marble and wonder what desire it might reveal to him. But as the day wore on, and his friendship with the magpie grew, he realized that the journey and the friendships he made along the way were becoming more important to him than any magic marble could ever be.

By the time they returned to the fir tree, the sun was setting, casting long shadows, and painting the sky in hues of orange and pink. Cyril had a moment of hesitation. What if his greatest desire was something he had already lost, or worse, something he could never have?

With a gentle nudge, the magpie handed him the marble. Go on, take a peek.

Cyril held the marble up to his eye, and to his surprise, he saw not a specific scene, but a series of moments—playing with the magpie, laughing with a rabbit he had helped earlier in the day, and looking up at the stars with a wise old owl. Cyril realized that his greatest desire was already being fulfilled: a life filled with adventure and friends.

With a heart full of joy and a new appreciation for his home, Cyril handed the marble back to the magpie. Thank you, he said, for showing me that the greatest magic is found in the journey, not just the destination.

As the stars began to twinkle in the twilight sky, Cyril headed back to his nest, ready for whatever new adventures tomorrow might bring. And so, with a light heart and a cheerful wave to his new friend, Cyril's first great adventure came to a gentle close, but many more were surely waiting just beyond the horizon.

2:   The Night of the Fireflies

As the summer deepened in the forest, the days grew longer and the nights warmer, creating the perfect backdrop for Cyril's next adventure. Our curious little squirrel had heard tales of a magical evening when the forest would light up with thousands of twinkling lights, but he had never witnessed this spectacle himself. It was the Night of the Fireflies, an event that happened once a year, and this time, Cyril was determined not to miss it.

A few days before the event, Cyril met a wise old turtle named Timothy. Timothy was known among the forest creatures as a keeper of knowledge and lore. The Night of the Fireflies is more than just a beautiful sight, Timothy explained, his voice slow and deep. It’s a night when many secrets of the forest are revealed. If you follow the lights, they can lead you to something extraordinary.

Intrigued by the promise of discovering forest secrets, Cyril decided to prepare for his nocturnal adventure. He gathered supplies—some nuts for energy and a small leaf cup to drink dew drops. Finally, the much-anticipated night arrived. As dusk fell, the air filled with a gentle buzzing, and one by one, the fireflies began to light up the darkness, their tiny bodies glowing like stars scattered across the forest floor.

Cyril followed the shimmering path laid out by the fireflies, each light seeming to beckon him onward. After a while, he found himself by the stream, its waters reflecting the dance of the fireflies like a mirror to the sky. It was here that Cyril encountered Lila, a young deer who was also following the fireflies. They say the fireflies gather at the oldest tree in the forest, where the ground is covered in moonflowers, Lila whispered, her eyes bright with wonder.

Together, Cyril and Lila ventured deeper into the forest. They talked and laughed, sharing stories and snacks, as they followed the mesmerizing trail. The fireflies seemed to be leading them somewhere specific, their lights converging as they approached an ancient oak, its trunk wide and welcoming.

Under the oak, the ground was indeed covered with moonflowers, their petals open wide in the moonlight, releasing a sweet, captivating fragrance. The fireflies danced around the flowers, creating a vortex of light that seemed almost otherworldly.

Suddenly, Cyril spotted something glinting beneath a moonflower. It was a small, round stone, emitting a soft blue glow. Lila helped him dig it out, and as they held it between them, the stone pulsed with a warm light. It’s a moonstone, Lila said softly, said to bring good fortune and clarity to those who hold it under the night sky.

Cyril and Lila sat under the ancient oak all night, watching as the fireflies eventually dimmed and the first light of dawn touched the sky. They talked about their dreams and what they hoped the future would bring. As the sun rose, they parted ways, but not before Cyril placed the moonstone by the base of the oak. Let's leave it for the next adventurers, he suggested, and Lila smiled in agreement.

As Cyril made his way back to his nest, he felt a new sense of connection to the forest and its creatures. He had discovered the secrets of the Night of the Fireflies—not just the glowing spectacle, but the friendships formed under the watchful eyes of the stars and the stories shared in the whisper of the leaves. Cyril knew that these moments, like the fireflies' light, were fleeting, yet they illuminated paths to deeper bonds and adventures yet to come.

3: The Great Acorn Race

The Great Acorn Race was the most anticipated event in the forest each fall, a tradition that brought together creatures of all sizes for a day of fun and friendly competition. Cyril had always watched from the sidelines, his tiny paws itching to join in. This year, he was finally old enough to participate, and excitement buzzed through him like a swarm of busy bees.

As the race day approached, Cyril spent his days hopping through the trees and running along the forest floor, training with his friend Benny the chipmunk, who was last year’s champion. Remember, it’s not just speed that wins the race, Benny advised with a wise nod, but cleverness and a keen eye.

The morning of the race was crisp and clear, with a breeze that rustled the leaves into a symphony of autumn colours. Creatures from all corners of the forest gathered ,their eyes sparkling with excitement. The Great Acorn Race wasn’t just a race; it was a treasure hunt. The goal was to collect as many golden acorns as possible, which were hidden throughout the forest.

At the start line, Cyril stood next to Benny, his heart pounding with nervous energy. Good luck, Benny chirped, and Cyril nodded, determined to make his friend proud.

With a loud whistle from the owl judge, the race began. Animals dashed off in every direction, their eyes scouring the landscape for the telltale glint of