Kristine Tauch

Copyright © 2014, Kristine Tauch
Am Alten Dreisch 44b
33605 Bielefeld
Germany
Tel.: 0049 (0)521 938 311 94
E-mail: info@fairplanetarts.com
Website: www.fairplanetarts.com

Illustrated by
Indra Renovstyawan

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This story is dedicated to

my son Nicolas,

my nephew Philipp,

and my niece Finja,

the coolest people I am surrounded with!

Special thanks go to Mia Watson and Zee of TwoMarshmallows for their brilliant editing and stunningly loving support.

A big kiss to Heike Müller for always being around when needed and for giving the hamster his English name. A very huge hug to Melanie Schröder for being a friend in need and indeed - all the time.

Love and thanks to my mum for her constant assistance, no matter which mad version of myself I show up with, and for permanently reminding me on how to have faith in life.

Finally thanks to everyone supporting me on the way of writing and to all mothers and fathers who are brightening up the world by spreading their unconditional parental love!

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There was a clattering and rattling in the forest that Kira the squirrel happily called home. She had built her house in a big tree with thick, leafy branches. One night of early fall Kira went to sleep in her house. The next morning she was still filled with pleasant dreams of acorn and berry collections. But as the sound of clattering and rattling got louder, Kira was woken from her slumber. What a deafening noise! And why was it so bright outside? Kira stumbled out of her little tree house bed onto the forest floor. She looked up and flipped herself into a handstand. That's what she always did when she was afraid.

Wood cracked behind her. Whump! Then the crown of a felled tree landed next to Kira and covered her with leaves. Shivering, she looked through the foliage. Her little feet got caught in the branches and she rocked on her hands, from left to right and from right to left.

"I am dead! Dead! ... Hmhm? Am I dead?" she squeaked.

The tree sagged a little bit downwards and pushed Kira's feet to the ground. Now she stood on all fours. She shook herself, got on her feet carefully and said, "But wait! If I were dead, the branches wouldn't prick me all over!"

Puffing, Kira crept out of the tree-top, jumped on a thick branch that rose into the air and looked around. Blinded by the sun, she noticed that there was not much left to see of her home forest. The proud broad-leafed trees and the slender fir trees did not look up to the sky any longer. Instead they lay helpless on the ground, like on a battlefield. Kira could hardly believe her eyes. Her home had been destroyed. How could she ever get back her winter provisions, which she had carefully hidden in every corner of her forest? And a thought flashed through her mind, just a single thought, "I need food for the winter time! Collect food! Right now!"

Kira scampered over to the next hazelnut tree as fast as she could and gathered the nuts lying underneath the tree.

She heard men's voices behind her. Kira flitted away quickly. Only seconds later, her home tree, where she had built her sleeping nest, fell to the ground straight behind her. Kira was very sad. But there was no time to mourn. The men were still close by and she had to move on to find a new home.

So she ran to the next hazelnut tree and stuffed her mouth with nuts. Again, the wood cutters, two ordinary men, one tall, one small, with a chainsaw, were really close behind her, and Kira escaped to a copper beech. Here she found a few beechnuts. From the bushes around, she grabbed some sweet berries. With her mouth and both hands full of provisions, Kira ran away from the chainsaw noise through the last of the upright tree population. She crossed a field and came to a beautiful green meadow. Kira ran towards the only tree standing in the middle of it.

Amazed, she looked up the tree trunk. Wow! She had never seen something like this before. A potpourri of little colored balls hung in

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