The Winter Wonder of Whispering Woods
by
Thomas
A story about Where does snow come from?
for your 4th Grader.
Flicker Sparkleaf tiptoed through the secret glen, her pointed ears twitching with excitement whenever a stray snowflake drifted past. She had heard whispers of a magical spirit who created the snow, and she felt a tingle of curiosity whenever she imagined meeting it face-to-face.
Cluckster flapped his wings in a burst of feathers, letting out a lively tune that echoed against the frozen branches. His singing often sounded silly, but it never failed to make the winter forest feel warm and bright.
Eager to unravel the puzzle of where snow truly comes from, Flicker Sparkleaf remembered an old tale about the Snow Sprite who dwelled in Whispering Woods. Her breath caught whenever she pictured a shimmering creature made of glimmering ice.
Fallen pinecones dotted the path, each one glittering with a delicate frost that sparkled like tiny diamonds in the morning light. The ice crystals made soft chiming sounds whenever a breeze slipped by.
Cluckster waddled beside each pinecone, occasionally pecking one to see if it rang like a bell. He trilled his newest melody for a curious squirrel, hoping the little creature might guide them closer to the secret Snow Sprite’s home.
As Flicker Sparkleaf continued deeper into the snowy glade, she thought about what makes winter feel so chilly. Her mind danced with images of water droplets high in the clouds, transforming into snow crystals that drift gracefully down to the earth.
Cluckster’s cheerful voice grew louder, attracting a few friendly chipmunks who hopped near him, squeaking in time to his tune. The chicken beamed with delight, for the music-filled air seemed to guide them like a wondrous map.
A set of snowy footprints sparkled along the frozen ground, curved in a pattern no forest traveler had ever left behind. The delicate tracks shimmered as though woven from ice and sunlight.