Acorn opened his eyes just as the morning sun began to peek over the distant mountains. His found family, Ivy and Borealis, were still sleeping peacefully on a bed of the softest leaves they could find. Which Acorn thought was quite a feat considering how orange and crunchy the leaves were. He hoped they'd turn green again soon! These didn't taste as good, and he much preferred juicy green leaves and delicious berries over what clung to the branches and grew in t...
