Crunch, Crunch, Crunch.

 

Crunch, crunch, crunch.

“The kettle corn is gone?” Said Bunny.

“Something must be done,” said Mole.

They wanted kettle corn.

Linking paw to claw, they trembled in the autumn breeze. 

The dry leaves crunched. 

 “If we split up, we’ll double our chance,” said Mole.

 Bunny shuddered. 

“Make a line with a branch, and when kettle corn is found, we’ll follow our lines back together again.”

They tiptoed forth on branching paths. 

Knock, knock, knock.

“Hello Bunny!” Said Bear.

“We’re out of kettle corn. We need a crunch, crunch, crunch!”

 Bear laughed. “Indeed? I have kettle corn.” 

“But first, where’s Mole?” Said Bunny.

“Let’s go!” Boomed Bear. He filled a giant sack with kettle corn. 

They found Mole’s line, and followed its circling path. Mole was lost. Bunny cried.

“MOLE!” Bear and Bunny shouted together. 

Birds, slugs, flowers and trees wanted to help find Mole. 

Bunny followed Snail’s slime trail to a hole. 

“Mole!” Bunny bounced inside. They linked paws and claws and danced. 

“It’s time for crunch, crunch, crunch!” Said Bunny.

Bear brought out the kettle corn, and all of the forest creatures, even Snail, even the trees, munch, munch, munched in the crunchy autumn woods.