Once upon a time, in the heart of a peaceful forest, there lived a big, gentle bear named Bramble. Bramble wasn’t just any bear—he had a nose that could sniff out honey from miles away!
One sunny morning, Bramble woke up with a rumble in his tummy. “I could really use a sweet treat,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. So, off he went, padding through the trees, sniffing the air for that golden scent of honey.
As he wandered, Bramble heard a whispering breeze say,
“Deep in the woods where the bluebells grow,
A secret pot of honey lies below…”
Bramble blinked. “A secret pot of honey? That sounds magical!”
He followed the sound of buzzing bees, past the stream, over mossy stones, and through a field of swaying bluebells. There, hidden behind a curtain of ivy, was a small door carved into an old oak tree.
Knock knock knock!
Bramble gently tapped.
The door creaked open, and out stepped a tiny squirrel in glasses. “Oh! A bear! What brings you here?”
“I heard there’s a secret pot of honey,” Bramble said politely.
The squirrel adjusted her glasses. “Ah, you’ve heard the legend! It’s true. But only kind-hearted creatures may see it.”
Bramble nodded. “I’m always kind,” he said with a smile. “I never steal honey or scare bees. I always say thank you.”
The squirrel led Bramble inside. Down winding wooden stairs they went, past glowing mushrooms and hanging lanterns. Finally, they arrived at a golden room where a glowing pot sat on a leaf-covered table.
The smell of honey filled the air—it was the sweetest scent Bramble had ever known!
“This is the Secret Pot of Honey,” said the squirrel. “It refills itself once a year, but only those with gentle hearts can taste it.”
With wide eyes, Bramble took a tiny lick. “Mmm!” he sighed, his heart full and his belly happy.
Before he left, he gave the squirrel a hug. “Thank you for sharing.”
From that day on, Bramble never told a soul where the secret honey was hidden. He visited once a year, always thankful, always kind.
And deep in the forest, the bluebells still dance… guarding the secret that only the kind can find.
The End.