Once in the heart of the Whispering Woods, where the trees told ancient tales, four friends met under the old oak tree.

Leo the lion, with his golden mane, roared softly, 'Hello everyone!' He always felt at home in the woods.

Bella the bunny, with her soft white fur, hopped excitedly. 'I've found juicy berries for us to share!'

Oliver the owl, with his wise eyes, nodded. 'What a delightful treat, Bella! The forest provides for us all.'

Mia the mouse, small but brave, squeaked, 'I'll gather nuts too! It'll be a feast!'

Together, they worked to set up a little table made of twigs and leaves. It was not fancy, but it was perfect.

They sat around their woodland table, each sharing stories of their day. The woods listened in silence.

As the sun began to set, the woods glowed with a warm, amber light, wrapping the friends in coziness.

Leo spoke of the river's melody, Bella talked about the meadow's dance, while Oliver described the constellation map.

Mia, with bright eyes, shared how she bravely explored a new tunnel, finding a hidden patch of wildflowers.

Their laughter and chatter filled the woods with life, and even the shy creatures peeked out to listen.

As night fell, they promised to meet again soon, their hearts full of memories and the peaceful whisper of the woods.