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Sammy's Enchanted Key

a short story

By Karyn SquiresPublished 3 years ago 3 min read
Sammy's Enchanted Key
Photo by Nerene Grobler on Unsplash

A children's short story. A quick read. Have a great day and enjoy all.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land called Sunnyville, there lived a curious little squirrel named Sammy. Sammy had big round eyes that twinkled with excitement and a fluffy tail that seemed to have a mind of its own. Every day, Sammy would venture out into the forest, ready for a new adventure.

One sunny morning, as Sammy hopped from branch to branch, he noticed a shiny object sparkling in the distance. His curiosity piqued, he scampered over to investigate. To his delight, he found a beautiful silver key lying on the forest floor.

"What could this key be for?" wondered Sammy aloud. With a mischievous grin, he decided to find out. He held the key tightly in his paw and set off on a quest to discover its mysterious purpose.

Through tall grass and over fallen logs, Sammy hopped along the winding path until he reached a massive old oak tree. There, tucked between its gnarled roots, was a small, weathered door. It was the tiniest door Sammy had ever seen, but it was a perfect fit for his furry little friend.

Sammy inserted the silver key into the lock, and with a gentle turn, the door creaked open. Inside, Sammy gasped in amazement. It was a magical realm filled with colorful flowers, singing birds, and friendly woodland creatures.

Amongst the vibrant scenery, Sammy met a wise old owl named Oliver, who was perched on a branch nearby. Oliver greeted Sammy with a hoot and said, "Welcome, little squirrel! You have unlocked the door to the Enchanted Garden. This magical place holds wonders beyond your wildest dreams."

Excitedly, Sammy explored the Enchanted Garden, marveling at the sparkling fountains and dancing butterflies. He played tag with a playful rabbit, sang songs with a melodious nightingale, and even had a tea party with a chatty chipmunk.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm golden glow over the garden, Sammy realized it was time to return home. Reluctantly, he bid farewell to his new friends and stepped back through the tiny door.

Back in Sunnyville, Sammy couldn't stop thinking about the Enchanted Garden. He knew he had to share its magic with his fellow forest dwellers. The next morning, Sammy rallied all the animals and led them back to the old oak tree.

One by one, they took turns using the silver key and entered the Enchanted Garden. The animals frolicked and played, laughing and enjoying the enchantment that surrounded them. Sammy's heart swelled with joy as he watched his friends experience the wonder of the magical realm.

Time flew by, and soon it was time for Sammy and his friends to bid the Enchanted Garden farewell once again. They locked the tiny door, knowing that the magic would remain hidden until the next time they returned.

From that day forward, Sammy and his friends would often gather near the old oak tree, sharing stories and dreaming of their next adventure in the Enchanted Garden. They realized that the true magic was not just in the garden itself, but in the bonds they had formed and the joy they shared as they unlocked the door to their imagination.

And so, in the land of Sunnyville, the legend of the Enchanted Garden and the silver key lived on, reminding all the creatures, big and small, that a world of magic and wonder was always within their reach, waiting to be discovered by those with curious hearts like Sammy's.

familyFantasyShort Story

About the Creator

Karyn Squires

As life changes so do I. Living life as it comes one day at a time.

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