The Sun a Takes Holiday
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Today our story begins as many a story does in the Glen—with a warm, hearty breakfast at Hedgehog’s cosy kitchen. Hedgehog was bustling about, whistling a merry tune as he prepared an astonishing breakfast spread for you. There was a stack of blueberry pancakes drizzled with honey, a heaping bowl of buttery porridge sprinkled with nutmeg, and slices of toast slathered with blackberry jam, so delicious it made your paws sticky.
“Good morning, good morning!” Hedgehog chirped as he set a steaming cup of his best peppermint tea before you. “Eat up, Best Beloved. Today’s breakfast is for a grand day indeed.”
And with that, Hedgehog settled into his favourite armchair by the fire and unfolded his copy of the Glen Gazette, the local newspaper that kept the entire forest informed. Every animal in the Glen read it—whether it was about Owl’s lectures at the Glen’s Library, Mouse’s pie recipes, or the annual ‘What to Wear for Winter’ article, the paper had it all. Hedgehog adjusted his spectacles, took a thoughtful sip of tea, and began reading aloud.
“Let’s see here,” he murmured, his eyes scanning the front page. “‘Sun Takes Holiday, Cloud Coverage Expected All Day. Rain or Shine Department Predicts Soft Gloom with Chances of Drizzle.’ Well, that’s odd—looks like Mr. Sun’s taken the day off! And here I thought he never needed a rest!”
Just as Hedgehog said this, a very fashionable cloud drifted into the kitchen, adorned in a thick, fluffy scarf and a hat with a delicate frost trim. She peered over his shoulder, craning her misty neck to get a glimpse of the newspaper.
“Oh, is it that time of year already?” she gasped, clasping her vaporous paws together. “The What to Wear pages! We clouds absolutely live for winter fashion—don’t we, girls?”
And sure enough, outside the window, more clouds gathered, bobbing and swirling in their winter layers, their frosty hats, and even glittery snowflake scarves. They jostled to get a better view of Hedgehog’s paper, whispering and nudging each other, their voices sounding like soft, gentle thunder.
“Excuse me, Hedgehog dear,” one cloud said, adjusting her frost-lined shawl with a ladylike flourish, “could we have a peek? I simply must see what’s ‘in’ this season.”
“Oh, go on, Hedgehog,” another cloud giggled, her silvery mittens catching the light as she fluttered closer. “Just a little look! I’ve been dying to know if this year calls for thicker shawls or if the layered mist look is making a comeback.”
Hedgehog chuckled and held up the paper so they could see. “All right, then,” he said with a wink. “But don’t go smudging the ink now!”
The clouds crowded around, their misty breaths forming little frost patterns on the windows. And there, on the What to Wear pages, were illustrations of the latest winter trends for clouds: layered fog shawls, stylish raincoats with storm-button closures, and sleek ice-lined caps. One of the articles read, “Frosty Chic and Warm Layers for Winter: A Cloud’s Guide to Staying Stylish While Keeping the Sun in Shade.”
“Oh, look!” gasped one cloud, fluffing out her frosty shawl. “The double-layered look is back! I knew it!”
“See, dearie,” another cloud purred to her friend, “didn’t I tell you? Layering is everything!”
The grandest cloud of them all, a tall fellow in a coat of thick mist and glistening frost buttons, read a line aloud, his voice booming like distant thunder. “‘The season’s trend favours drama—why cover the sky lightly when you can swirl?’ Oh, I knew I’d been right to go with the layered fog today! We’re meant to be creating mystery, after all.”
Meanwhile, Hedgehog chuckled and turned the page, only to find an illustration of none other than the Sun himself. There he was, in a grand red robe, his golden feet propped up on a cosy footstool before a roaring fire.
“Oh, look at this!” Hedgehog exclaimed, and all the clouds turned to see. “‘Sun Takes Day Off to Enjoy Cozy Evening Indoors. Celebrates with Favorite Slippers and Newspaper by the Fire.’ Well, well! It’s all right here—he’s taken the day off and put his feet up!”
The clouds, seeing this, burst into delighted laughter.
“Good for him!” one cloud said, fluffing her frosty scarf proudly. “He works hard enough, shining every day. He deserves a rest.”
And just then, a golden glow spread across the page, and the Sun’s voice rumbled out warmly, as if he were sitting right there in Hedgehog’s kitchen.
“Thank you, thank you!” the Sun said, his voice like a soft, sunny hum. “Yes, I decided it was high time for a holiday. I’m all settled in with my slippers and my favourite paper—the Glen Gazette, naturally! And while I’m behind the clouds, I thought I’d let my friends in the Glen have a bit of a moody day. Sometimes, a bit of drama is just what the world needs!”
The clouds gave a soft, indulgent cheer and nodded proudly. “Indeed, Mr. Sun! We’ve got the Glen covered, never you fear. We’re all in our winter best, ready to keep the forest looking as mysterious as a winter’s tale.”
Mouse, who had just snuck in from the cold, shivered a bit and looked out at the darkened sky. “But Sun, what about us down here in the Glen? It’s so… gloomy without you.”
“Oh, little Mouse,” the Sun said kindly, “even on gloomy days, there’s light to be found. Hedgehog’s cosy fire, your friendship with Rabbit, the way the clouds swirl and the wind whispers—they all bring their own warmth. And I’m right behind those clouds, resting up, ready to shine brighter than ever tomorrow.”
The clouds all beamed (in their cloudy way), nodding to each other, pleased as punch with their new fashionable roles.
And so, for the rest of the day, the clouds paraded across the sky, swirling and layering, with an occasional drizzle here and there, showing off their wintry elegance. Hedgehog kept the fire crackling, and all around the Glen, the animals bundled up in scarves and mittens, feeling quite snug in their own winter attire.
And as you finished breakfast and waved goodbye, you knew that the Glen had never looked so dramatic and lovely, even without the sun. For even on the cloudiest days, there’s a light somewhere, waiting to shine again. And as for the Sun? Well, he rested happily by his fire, reading the paper and looking forward to a grand return.
“Well now, Best Beloved,” rumbled the Sun, as Hedgehog folded up his newspaper with a little sigh of contentment and tugged on his sturdy shoes for a brisk walk in the fresh air. “It’s been a fine tale, hasn’t it? Even when I’m behind the clouds, resting my feet, I’m still here, keeping an eye on all my friends in the Glen.”
The Sun gave a warm, golden wink, like a sleepy ember waking up. “For those of you new to our little world, welcome, welcome! There’s always a place by the fire, a cosy tale to share, and friends to brighten your path.”
And with a soft, glowing chuckle, he added, “Remember, even on the gloomiest days, I’m just behind the clouds, waiting to shine on you once again. So come back soon, Best Beloved! Until then, carry a little warmth with you—and know that the Glen is always here, with stories and light to guide you.”
“Good morning, good morning!” Hedgehog chirped as he set a steaming cup of his best peppermint tea before you. “Eat up, Best Beloved. Today’s breakfast is for a grand day indeed.”
And with that, Hedgehog settled into his favourite armchair by the fire and unfolded his copy of the Glen Gazette, the local newspaper that kept the entire forest informed. Every animal in the Glen read it—whether it was about Owl’s lectures at the Glen’s Library, Mouse’s pie recipes, or the annual ‘What to Wear for Winter’ article, the paper had it all. Hedgehog adjusted his spectacles, took a thoughtful sip of tea, and began reading aloud.
“Let’s see here,” he murmured, his eyes scanning the front page. “‘Sun Takes Holiday, Cloud Coverage Expected All Day. Rain or Shine Department Predicts Soft Gloom with Chances of Drizzle.’ Well, that’s odd—looks like Mr. Sun’s taken the day off! And here I thought he never needed a rest!”
Just as Hedgehog said this, a very fashionable cloud drifted into the kitchen, adorned in a thick, fluffy scarf and a hat with a delicate frost trim. She peered over his shoulder, craning her misty neck to get a glimpse of the newspaper.
“Oh, is it that time of year already?” she gasped, clasping her vaporous paws together. “The What to Wear pages! We clouds absolutely live for winter fashion—don’t we, girls?”
And sure enough, outside the window, more clouds gathered, bobbing and swirling in their winter layers, their frosty hats, and even glittery snowflake scarves. They jostled to get a better view of Hedgehog’s paper, whispering and nudging each other, their voices sounding like soft, gentle thunder.
“Excuse me, Hedgehog dear,” one cloud said, adjusting her frost-lined shawl with a ladylike flourish, “could we have a peek? I simply must see what’s ‘in’ this season.”
“Oh, go on, Hedgehog,” another cloud giggled, her silvery mittens catching the light as she fluttered closer. “Just a little look! I’ve been dying to know if this year calls for thicker shawls or if the layered mist look is making a comeback.”
Hedgehog chuckled and held up the paper so they could see. “All right, then,” he said with a wink. “But don’t go smudging the ink now!”
The clouds crowded around, their misty breaths forming little frost patterns on the windows. And there, on the What to Wear pages, were illustrations of the latest winter trends for clouds: layered fog shawls, stylish raincoats with storm-button closures, and sleek ice-lined caps. One of the articles read, “Frosty Chic and Warm Layers for Winter: A Cloud’s Guide to Staying Stylish While Keeping the Sun in Shade.”
“Oh, look!” gasped one cloud, fluffing out her frosty shawl. “The double-layered look is back! I knew it!”
“See, dearie,” another cloud purred to her friend, “didn’t I tell you? Layering is everything!”
The grandest cloud of them all, a tall fellow in a coat of thick mist and glistening frost buttons, read a line aloud, his voice booming like distant thunder. “‘The season’s trend favours drama—why cover the sky lightly when you can swirl?’ Oh, I knew I’d been right to go with the layered fog today! We’re meant to be creating mystery, after all.”
Meanwhile, Hedgehog chuckled and turned the page, only to find an illustration of none other than the Sun himself. There he was, in a grand red robe, his golden feet propped up on a cosy footstool before a roaring fire.
“Oh, look at this!” Hedgehog exclaimed, and all the clouds turned to see. “‘Sun Takes Day Off to Enjoy Cozy Evening Indoors. Celebrates with Favorite Slippers and Newspaper by the Fire.’ Well, well! It’s all right here—he’s taken the day off and put his feet up!”
The clouds, seeing this, burst into delighted laughter.
“Good for him!” one cloud said, fluffing her frosty scarf proudly. “He works hard enough, shining every day. He deserves a rest.”
And just then, a golden glow spread across the page, and the Sun’s voice rumbled out warmly, as if he were sitting right there in Hedgehog’s kitchen.
“Thank you, thank you!” the Sun said, his voice like a soft, sunny hum. “Yes, I decided it was high time for a holiday. I’m all settled in with my slippers and my favourite paper—the Glen Gazette, naturally! And while I’m behind the clouds, I thought I’d let my friends in the Glen have a bit of a moody day. Sometimes, a bit of drama is just what the world needs!”
The clouds gave a soft, indulgent cheer and nodded proudly. “Indeed, Mr. Sun! We’ve got the Glen covered, never you fear. We’re all in our winter best, ready to keep the forest looking as mysterious as a winter’s tale.”
Mouse, who had just snuck in from the cold, shivered a bit and looked out at the darkened sky. “But Sun, what about us down here in the Glen? It’s so… gloomy without you.”
“Oh, little Mouse,” the Sun said kindly, “even on gloomy days, there’s light to be found. Hedgehog’s cosy fire, your friendship with Rabbit, the way the clouds swirl and the wind whispers—they all bring their own warmth. And I’m right behind those clouds, resting up, ready to shine brighter than ever tomorrow.”
The clouds all beamed (in their cloudy way), nodding to each other, pleased as punch with their new fashionable roles.
And so, for the rest of the day, the clouds paraded across the sky, swirling and layering, with an occasional drizzle here and there, showing off their wintry elegance. Hedgehog kept the fire crackling, and all around the Glen, the animals bundled up in scarves and mittens, feeling quite snug in their own winter attire.
And as you finished breakfast and waved goodbye, you knew that the Glen had never looked so dramatic and lovely, even without the sun. For even on the cloudiest days, there’s a light somewhere, waiting to shine again. And as for the Sun? Well, he rested happily by his fire, reading the paper and looking forward to a grand return.
“Well now, Best Beloved,” rumbled the Sun, as Hedgehog folded up his newspaper with a little sigh of contentment and tugged on his sturdy shoes for a brisk walk in the fresh air. “It’s been a fine tale, hasn’t it? Even when I’m behind the clouds, resting my feet, I’m still here, keeping an eye on all my friends in the Glen.”
The Sun gave a warm, golden wink, like a sleepy ember waking up. “For those of you new to our little world, welcome, welcome! There’s always a place by the fire, a cosy tale to share, and friends to brighten your path.”
And with a soft, glowing chuckle, he added, “Remember, even on the gloomiest days, I’m just behind the clouds, waiting to shine on you once again. So come back soon, Best Beloved! Until then, carry a little warmth with you—and know that the Glen is always here, with stories and light to guide you.”