Queen Neena and the Whispering Woods

by

Thomas

Thomas

Queen Neena and the Whispering Woods

A story about Sadness

for your 1st Grader.

Queen Neena stands at the edge of the silent forest, looking thoughtful. In the background, tall trees with barely any sound

Queen Neena walked into the deep, green woods. She looked around and noticed how still it felt. Usually, she heard birds singing and leaves dancing. Today, there was only quiet.

A cluster of colorful mushrooms sitting on soft moss. In the background, damp leaves covering the forest floor

Small, bright mushrooms glowed near the base of an old oak tree. Drops of dew sparkled on their tops like little jewels.

Queen Neena reaching out quietly, her arms open wide. In the background, bare branches without birds

“Where are the happy sounds?” Queen Neena whispered. She raised her hands, hoping to greet a friendly bird. But no bird landed. Her heart felt heavy, like a stone.

Queen Neena walking on a narrow path, looking down at the ground. In the background, winding trail among tall trees

Queen Neena took a step forward. Each step felt slower than before, as if her feet were stuck in mud. She did not feel excited. She felt sad, though she did not know why.

Queen Neena with her hands folded in front of her chest, talking softly. In the background, dim rays of light filtering through the leaves

“Why am I feeling this way?” Queen Neena asked aloud. “Maybe I just need to share my sadness. I have heard that talking can help.”

Queen Neena gazing up at tall trees with arching branches. In the background, large trunks packed closely together

The trees stood all around Queen Neena. They seemed to listen, their branches arching low. She imagined them whispering back, telling her it was okay to feel sad sometimes.

Queen Neena speaking softly, her eyes gently closed. In the background, leaves rustling as if they are listening

“I will try,” Queen Neena said. She took a deep breath, then told the woods about her sadness. Her voice trembled, but she felt a tiny bit lighter with each word.

A worn, round tree stump with many rings in its wood. In the background, soft grass near the clearing

An old tree stump rested beside a small clearing, shaped like a little chair. Its rings told stories of many years gone by.

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