One windy evening, Annabelle sat cozy in her small, warm room, reading her favorite book.

The trees scratched against the window, whispering secrets as the wind howled.

Startled, she asked, 'Who’s there?' but only her echo answered back.

Grabbing her teddy bear, she peeked out. 'It's just the wind,' she told Teddy.

A sudden thump made her jump. It was the old oak tree, tapping the window.

Annabelle bravely opened the window to say hello to the tree.

The tree was sorry if it scared her. It didn't mean to, it waved hello too.

Annabelle smiled, no longer scared. She invited the wind in for a story as well.

Together they read, and the wind whistled along with each new page turned.

The tree listened, leaves rustling like applause for a tale well told.

With the story's end, the wind calmed, and Annabelle yawned, sleepy-eyed.

The tree and wind whispered, 'Goodnight.' Annabelle, with Teddy, slept tight.