Mama Acorn was cleaning the branch off that her, Papa Acorn and Baby Acorn live on. She looked down at her finger and she noticed that she did not have her wedding on.
“Oh dear,” said Mama Acorn. “My ring must have fallen off. It must be on the ground. I have to find it.”
Mama Acorn was frantic. She couldn’t bear the thought of being without it. Mama Acorn leaned over the branch, looking for her ring. Unfortunately, she leaned over just a little too far.
Luckily, Mama Acorn was round because once she hit the ground, she rolled away.
“Do you need some help?” asked a crow, who just happened to be flying by.
“I do,” cried Mama Acorn. “I lost my wedding ring. I think it fell to the ground. I was looking for it but then I rolled off the branch I was on. Oh my! I just realized that I have no way to get back up to the branch. My husband and son are up there all alone. They are going to be worried sick about me.”
“My name is Little Crow,” said the crow. “I can fly you back to your branch. Then I will come back to search for your ring.”
“My name is Mama Acorn,” said Mama Acorn. “I would certainly appreciate your help.”
Little Crow picked Mama Acorn up in his mouth and flew her up to the branch.
“I am so glad you are okay,” said Papa Acorn. “What made you fall?”
“I lost my wedding ring,” cried Mama Acorn. “It must have fallen off my finger when I was cleaning up our branch this morning.”
“Could it be this ring?” asked Baby Acorn, smiling.
“Oh my!” exclaimed Mama Acorn, “Taking her ring from Baby Acorn. “Yes! Where did you find it?”
“On the kitchen counter,” said Baby Acorn.
“Oh dear,” said Mama Acorn, feeling foolish. “That is right. That is where I put it before starting to clean. I forgot all about putting it there and now that poor crow is out there looking for it.”
“I am sure he will understand,” said Papa Acorn.
“It looks like you don’t need to search for my ring,” Mama Acorn said when Little Crow came back to the branch.
“That is good news,” said Little Crow.
“Thank you for helping me,” said Mama Acorn. “You were a big help, getting me back here to the branch and looking for my ring. Unfortunately, I didn’t lose it. I forgot I had put it on the counter before starting to clean up our branch.”
“That is okay,” said Little Crow. “Everyone makes mistakes.”
Little Crow became good friends with the acorn family. He even went as far as checking up on them regularly. He would often stop by and find one or two of them on the ground. The acorn family were very thankful for his help.
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