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Fairytale lovers of all ages, will enjoy this collection of timeless classics, as Ms. Rae takes you into the woods and to far off places.
Welcome to Forget-Me-Not Fairy Tales, classic
stories for book lovers of all ages.
Let's begin.
The Tale of Timmy Tiptoes Written and illustrated
by Beatrix Potter.
Narrated by Ms Rae.
Once upon a time, there was a little,
fat, comfortable gray squirrel called Timmy Tiptoes.
He had a nest batched with leaves in
the top of a tall tree, and he
had a little squirrel wife called Goody.
Timmy Tiptoes sat out enjoying the breeze.
He whisked his tail and chuckled.
Little wife Goody, the nuts are ripe.
We must lay up a store for winter
and spring.
Goody Tiptoes was busy pushing moss under the
thatch.
The nest is so snug, we shall be
sound asleep all winter.
Then we shall wake up all the thinner
when there is nothing to eat in springtime
When Timmy and Goody Tiptoes came to the
nut picnic, they found other squirrels were there
already.
Timmy took off his jacket and hugged it
on a twig.
They worked away quietly by themselves.
Every day they made several journeys and picked
quantities of nuts.
They carried them away in bags and stored
them in several hollow stumps near the tree
where they had built their nest.
When these stumps were full, they began to
empty the bags into a hole high up
a tree that had belonged to a woodpecker.
The nuts rattled down, down, down inside.
I'll show you ever get them out again.
It's like a money box, said Goody.
I shall be much thinner before springtime my
love, said Timmy Tiptoes, peeping into the hole.
They did not collect quantities because they did
not lose them.
Squirrels who bury their nuts in the ground
lose more than half because they cannot remember
the place.
The most forgetful squirrel in the wood was
called Silvertail.
He began to dig and he could not
remember.
And then he dug again and found some
nuts that did not belong to him.
And there was a fight.
And other squirrels began to dig.
The whole wood was in commotion.
Unfortunately, just at this time, a flock of
little birds flew by from bush to bush,
searching for green caterpillars and spiders.
There were several sorts of little birds twittering
different songs.
The first one sang, Who's been digging up
my nut?
Who's been digging up my nut?
And another sang, Little bits of bread and
no cheese.
Little bits of bread and no cheese.
The squirrels followed and listened.
The first little bird flew into the bush
where Timmy and Goody Tiptoes were quietly tying
up their bags.
And it sang, Who's been digging up my
nut?
Who's been digging up my nut?
Timmy Tiptoes went on with his work without
reply.
Indeed, the little bird did not expect an
answer.
It was only singing its natural song and
it meant nothing at all.
But when the other squirrels heard that song,
they rushed upon Timmy Tiptoes and cupped and
scratched him and upset his bag of nuts.
The innocent little bird, which had caused all
the mischief, flew away in a fright.
Timmy rolled over and over and then turned
tail and fled towards his nest, followed by
a crowd of squirrels shouting, Who's been digging
up my nut?
They caught him and dragged him up the
very same tree where there was the little
round hole and they pushed him in.
The hole was much too small for Timmy
Tiptoes' figure.
They squeezed him dreadfully.
It was a wonder they did not break
his ribs.
We will leave him here till he confesses,
said Silvertail Squirrel and shouted into the hole.
Who's been digging up my nut?
Timmy Tiptoes made no reply.
He had tumbled down inside the tree upon
half a pack of nuts belonging to himself.
He lay tight and stunned.
Goody Tiptoes picked up the nut bags and
went home.
She made a cup of tea for Timmy,
but he didn't come and didn't come.
Goody Tiptoes passed a lonely and unhappy night.
Next morning, she ventured back to the nut
bushes to look for him, but the other
unkind squirrels drove her away.
She wandered all over the wood calling, Timmy
Tiptoes, Timmy Tiptoes.
Oh, where is Timmy Tiptoes?
In the meantime, Timmy Tiptoes came to his
senses.
He found himself tucked up in a little
moss bed, very much in the dark, feeling
sore.
It seemed to be underground.
Timmy coughed and groaned because his ribs hurt
him.
There was a chirpy noise.
A small striped chipmunk appeared with a nightlight
and hoped he felt better.
It was most kind to Timmy Tiptoes.
It lent him its nightcap and the house
was full of provisions.
The chipmunk explained that it had rained nuts
through the top of the tree.
Besides, I found a few berries.
It laughed and chuckled when it heard Timmy's
story.
While Timmy was confined to bed, it diced
him to eat quantity.
But how shall I ever get out through
the hole unless I thin myself?
My wife will be anxious.
Oh, just another nut or two nuts.
Let me crack them for you, said the
chipmunk.
Timmy Tiptoes grew fatter and fatter.
Now goody Tiptoes had set to work again
by herself.
She did not put any more nuts into
the woodpecker's hole because she had always doubted
how they could be thought out again.
She hid them under a tree root.
They rattled down, down, down.
Once, when goody emptied an extra big bagful,
there was a decided squeak.
The next time, goody brought another bagful.
A little striped chipmunk scrambled out in a
hurry.
It's getting perfectly full up downstairs.
The city room is full and they are
rolling along the passage.
And my husband, Chippy Hacky, has run away
and left me.
What is the explanation of these showers of
nuts?
I am sure I beg your pardon.
I did not know there anybody lived here.
Said Mrs. Goody Tiptoes.
But where is Chippy Hacky?
My husband, Timmy Tiptoes, has run away too.
I know where Chippy is, a little bird
told me, said Mrs. Chippy.
She led the way to the woodpecker's feet
and they listened at the hole.
Down below, there was a noise of nutcrackers
and a fat squirrel voice and a thin
squirrel voice were singing together.
My little old man and I fell out.
How shall we bring this matter about?
Bring it about as well as you can
and get you gone, you little old man.
You could squeeze in through that little round
hole, said Goody Tiptoes.
Yes, I could, said the chipmunk.
But my husband, Chippy Hacky, bites.
Down below, there was a noise of cracking
nuts and nibbling and then the fat squirrel
voice and the thin squirrel voice sing for
the diddle dum dee, de diddle dum dee,
de diddle diddle dum dee.
Then, Goody peeped in at the hole and
called down.
Timmy Tiptoes?
Who's by, Timmy Tiptoes?
And Timmy replied.
Is that you, Goody Tiptoes?
Why, certainly.
He came up and kissed Goody through the
hole, but he was so fat that he
could not get out.
Chippy Hacky was not too fat, but he
did not want to come.
He stayed down below and chuckled.
And so it went on for a fortnight,
till a big wind blew off the top
of the tree and opened up the hole
and let in the rain.
Then, Timmy Tiptoes came out and went home
with an umbrella.
But, Chippy Hacky continued to camp out for
another week, although it was uncomfortable.
At last, a large bear came walking through
the wood.
Perhaps, he also was looking for nuts.
He seemed to be sniffling around.
Chippy Hacky went home in a hurry.
When Chippy Hacky got home, he found he
had caught a cold in his head and
he was more uncomfortable still.
And now, Timmy and Goody Tiptoes beat their
nut store fastened up with a little cat
lock.
And whenever that little bird sees the chipmunks,
he sings, Who's been digging up my nuts?
Who's been digging up my nuts?
But, nobody ever answers.
I hope you like this story, The Tale
of Timmy Tiptoes.
Written and illustrated by Beatrix Potter.
Fairy tales contain many morals.
One lesson from this story is, it's good
to have a plan and it's good to
be prepared.
But, it's even better to be prepared for
things not working out as planned.
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