Once upon a time, far away in a bright and colorful forest, there lived a friendly squirrel named Nutty. Nutty was the happiest squirrel you could ever meet. He had a bright bushy tail and loved collecting acorns to keep for winter. One sunny morning, as Nutty was playing hide-and-seek with his friends Robin the bird and Wiggles the worm, they stumbled upon something very curious – a giant sunflower stretching up towards the sky. It was the biggest flower they had ever seen! Nutty’s eyes widened. “Wow, look at that, Robin! We must climb it and see the view from the top!” he exclaimed, his little heart filled with excitement. Robin fluttered her wings with joy. “Oh yes, Nutty! Let’s go up there. Maybe we’ll find something amazing!” she chirped. Even Wiggles wiggled with enthusiasm, though he preferred to stay on the ground. “I’ll cheer you on from here! Go, Nutty, go!” he encouraged. Nutty, ever the brave explorer, scampered up the sunflower’s long green stem. Higher and higher he went, with Robin flying beside him. At the top, they reached a broad sunflower head filled with sunny yellow petals and seeds. From this high perch, the forest below sprawled out in a sea of green, and Nutty could see the sparkling river winding through the trees like a ribbon. Robin perched beside Nutty. “Look over there!” she pointed with her wing at a glade near the river. “I see something interesting flying around with lots of colors!” Nutty peered closely. Butterflies! Bright blue, orange, and purple butterflies danced in the air, moving from flower to flower in the glade. “Let’s go meet them!” Nutty suggested excitedly, deciding to make new friends. Carefully, he climbed back down the sunflower, with Robin flapping along. Wiggles, who had watched the whole adventure, was thrilled to join them. Together, the three friends hurried to the glade. When they arrived, Nutty introduced himself shyly to the butterflies. “Hello! My name is Nutty, and these are my friends Robin and Wiggles. We saw you from the sunflower and thought you looked very beautiful!” The butterflies fluttered around, delighted by the visitors. One with shimmering blue wings named Azure came forward. “Thank you, Nutty!” Azure said gracefully. “We love meeting new friends. We are practicing a special dance for the forest party tonight. Would you like to join us?” Nutty’s eyes sparkled. “A party? Oh, that sounds fun! We’d love to!” And so, under the gentle sun, Nutty, Robin, Wiggles, and the butterflies tried to learn the butterfly dance. Nutty twirled on the ground, Robin spun in the air, and even Wiggles gave a funny little wiggle that made everyone giggle. As the sun set, painting the sky in hues of pink and orange, the forest began to glow with twinkling fireflies. The animals and insects gathered for the party, and Nutty, with his new butterfly friends, performed their special dance. The whole forest clapped and cheered, from the rustling trees to the babbling river. Nutty was overjoyed. He beamed at his friends, proud of their fun adventure. That night, Nutty returned to his cozy tree hole, tired but happy. With the sounds of the forest lulling him to sleep, he snuggly tucked in with a smile on his face. In his dreams, he danced with butterflies once more, knowing there would always be new discoveries and friends in his bright, colorful forest.

In a sunny meadow filled with bright yellow dandelions lived a tiny hedgehog named Prickles. Prickles was a curious little creature with a nose always twitching and eyes like glimmering buttons. His home was a cozy burrow under the roots of a wise old oak tree, where the sun peeped in through the leaves in the daytime, making pretty patterns on the floor. One fine morning, Prickles decided it was the perfect day to explore beyond the meadow. He gathered his courage, gave his little nose a good twitch, and off he waddled, searching for adventures. Not far from his oak tree, he discovered something big and round sitting in the soft grass. It was a big, juicy apple, red as a sunset, with just a touch of lemony yellow. “Hello, apple!” Prickles greeted, circling the fruit with gleeful curiosity. The apple, of course, couldn’t answer, but it had a bright shine, as if it was smiling back at Prickles. Being a hedgehog of small stature, Prickles couldn’t eat the entire apple by himself, so he came up with an idea. He rolled the apple along the meadow path, determined to share it with his dear friends. First, he bumped into Benny the bunny, who loved to hop about aimlessly. Benny’s fluffy ears perked up when he saw the apple. “Oh, what a treat!” Benny exclaimed. They decided to share the apple with even more friends, spreading joy with every bounce along the way. Soon, they were joined by Tammy the turtle, who was on her usual slow morning stroll. “You all spread such cheer this morning,” Tammy said with a gentle nod, peeking out from her shell. Together, they pushed the apple slowly, being mindful to include everyone in their little celebration. Finally, they wandered to the edge of the forest, where Rusty the red fox lived. Rusty, although known for being mischievous, had a kind heart. Seeing his friends with the apple, his sharp eyes softened with delight. “There’s nothing better than sharing with good company,” Rusty commented, helping nibble at the apple under the gentle glow of the sun. The afternoon drifted by with laughter and stories, each friend getting their fair share of the delicious apple. When the sun started to dip in the sky, painting everything in shades of orange and pink, Prickles felt his belly full and his heart even fuller. The friends all decided to gather around their remaining apple core next to Prickles’ oak tree. As they rested, the gentle breeze rustled leaves above them creating sweet lullabies. Prickles closed his eyes thinking that every day should end with sharing and smiles among friends. Content and sleepy, they nestled closer together, feeling the warmth of friendship wrap around them like a cozy blanket. Soon enough, they drifted to sleep, dreaming sweetly of tomorrow’s adventures under the wise oak’s shade.

In a bright and colorful forest filled with candy trees and gumdrop flowers, lived a cheerful little dinosaur named Toby. Toby was a bright purple dinosaur with green spots and a big, friendly smile. He loved exploring every corner of his candy-filled home. One sunny morning, Toby’s curiosity led him to discover a hidden path he had never seen before. The path was lined with shimmering jellybeans that sparkled in the sunlight. Excited about this new adventure, Toby decided to follow the jellybean trail. As he walked, he met a fluffy pink bunny named Bella. Bella was wearing a colorful bow tie and munching on a chocolate carrot. “Hello, Toby!” she exclaimed with a hop. “Where are you going today?” Toby grinned and pointed his short claw down the jellybean path. “I found this trail, and I’m going to see where it leads!” he replied. Bella’s eyes sparkled with excitement. “Can I come with you?” she asked. “It sounds like a lot of fun!” Together, they trotted along, enjoying the sweet smells and bright sights around them. As they traveled, they came upon a sparkling waterfall that poured liquid rainbow into a frothy pool. The pool was filled with tiny glitter fish that danced on the surface of the water. Toby and Bella marveled at the sight, clapping their hands with glee. They spent some time splashing around, careful not to disturb the gentle fish. After the fun at the waterfall, they continued along their path. Suddenly, they heard a soft cry coming from the nearby licorice bushes. Curious, they peered through the tangled branches and discovered a little red balloon, tied to a candy cane post. The balloon had a tiny, sad face drawn on it. “Please help me!” squeaked the balloon. “The wind blew me here, and now I’m stuck!” Toby and Bella knew they had to help. Working together, they gently untied the balloon from the candy cane and held it carefully. “Thank you! Thank you!” the balloon cheered, bobbing happily again. “I’m so happy to be free! Can I join you on your adventure?” Toby and Bella were delighted with their new friend and welcomed the balloon to float along with them. Now, as a trio, the adventurers continued their journey until they reached the end of the jellybean trail. There, they discovered a wide, open field of soft marshmallow clouds. The skies above gleamed a bright blue, and the air was filled with the sweet smell of cotton candy. “It’s beautiful!” exclaimed Bella, twirling in the sugary field. The balloon danced above, enjoying the gentle breeze, while Toby lay on the soft ground, feeling as though he was floating in a sugary dream. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with shades of pink and orange, Toby, Bella, and the balloon decided it was time to head back to their forest. They knew they would dream of their epic day filled with jellybeans, new friends, and endless fun. And so, with hearts full of joy and pockets full of sweet treats, the three friends made their way home, eager for their next adventure together in the candy forest. As they fell asleep, tucked under the cotton candy stars, they all knew the magic of their journey would spark sweet dreams and happy smiles forever.

Once upon a time, in a land filled with gentle hills and colorful flowers, there was a little bunny named Sniffy. Sniffy had the fluffiest tail in the entire meadow and loved to hop all day long. His favorite thing to do was bounce around the garden and make friends with all the creatures he met. One sunny morning, as the dew sparkled on the leaves, Sniffy decided to explore beyond the garden. He hopped past the tulips, skipped over the daisies, and found himself at the edge of a big, wide field. In the middle of the field stood a tall sunflower, taller than all the others. Its bright yellow face looked like a cheerful sun. “Hello, Sunflower!” Sniffy called, his little nose twitching with excitement. The sunflower swayed gently as if nodding. “Good day, young bunny,” the sunflower replied in a friendly voice that carried on the breeze. “What brings you here so early?” “I’m exploring!” Sniffy said with glee. “I want to see all the wonderful places and meet new friends.” The sunflower smiled, “That sounds delightful. You know, beyond this field is a magical pond where fish can sing and frogs dance on lily pads. Would you like to go and see it?” Sniffy’s eyes lit up with joy, “Oh yes, that sounds amazing!” “Just follow the path of daisies,” the sunflower instructed. “They will lead you there.” Thanking the wise sunflower, Sniffy followed the trail of cheerful daisies. The field was full of delightful surprises. Butterflies flitted about, showing Sniffy the way as they danced through the air, their wings painted with colors that seemed borrowed from a rainbow. Soon, Sniffy reached the magical pond. It shimmered like a giant mirror and was surrounded by reeds that whispered secrets only the breeze could understand. At the edge of the pond, a group of frogs in tiny top hats were indeed dancing on lily pads! “Hello there, little bunny!” croaked the tallest frog, twirling gracefully. “Are you here for the party?” “Oh, yes! I’ve never seen anything like this before!” Sniffy bounced with excitement. Just then, a little fish with scales glowing like jewels popped its head out of the water. It began to sing a sweet tune, its voice as soft as a lullaby. Captivated by the song, Sniffy sat at the pond’s edge, ears perked, listening intently. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with shades of orange and pink, the frogs and fish kept performing their magical display. Sniffy felt a warm, sleepy feeling wash over him. As he lay down on the soft grass, the frogs croaked a gentle goodnight song to the stars. “Thank you for the wonderful day,” Sniffy murmured, his eyes drooping with pleasant dreams already filling his mind. And so, beneath the twinkling stars and the gentle gaze of the sunflower, Sniffy drifted off into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of new adventures and the happiness of making lovely new friends.

Once upon a time, in a faraway land of bright colors and giggles, there was a small cloud named Puffy. Puffy was fluffy and white, just like the cotton candy at the fair. But unlike the other clouds that drifted lazily across the sky, Puffy had a special wish. Puffy longed to find a friend. Every day, Puffy floated above fields of sunflowers that waved gently in the breeze. He gazed down at the bunnies bouncing happily in the meadows and the birds swooping through the air. Puffy would hum little tunes and dream of the day he might join in the fun. One afternoon, as the sun dipped low and painted the sky with oranges and pinks, Puffy noticed a little star perched on a bright pink cloud. The little star was sobbing softly. Curious and kind-hearted, Puffy drifted closer to the star. “Hello, little star,” Puffy said in his soft, airy voice. “Why are you so sad?” The star sniffled and looked at Puffy with twinkling eyes. “I’ve fallen from the night sky,” the star explained, “and now I can’t find my way back.” Puffy thought for a moment, his fluffy edges flurrying slightly in the evening breeze. “I can help you,” Puffy offered happily. “I know all the paths up here, and I can carry you back home.” The little star’s face lit up with hope. “Really? You would do that for me?” the star asked. Puffy giggled, which sounded like the gentle rumbling of distant thunder. “Of course! I don’t have many friends up here, and it would make me very happy to help you.” Together, Puffy and the star journeyed across the sky, floating higher and higher. They passed a rainbow that stretched across the horizon and waved its many-colored arms at them. They glided through the soft light of the setting sun, and Puffy sang little tunes that made the star laugh. As night fell and the moon began to rise, they reached the great blanket of stars. The little star’s home shimmered brightly, welcoming them back. “Thank you, Puffy!” the star exclaimed joyfully. “Thanks to you, I’m back where I belong.” Puffy felt a warm glow inside. He had made a friend and helped someone in need. As Puffy drifted back to his corner of the world, he found more stars joining him. They twinkled brightly, dancing along to Puffy’s silly tunes and stories. From that day on, Puffy never felt lonely again. He had found friends in the stars, and every night they would sing together and laugh as they watched over the world below, twinkling brightly like little fairies of the sky. And so, as the stars shone and the moon smiled down, Puffy and his friends brought dreams and joy to creatures big and small, spreading their light like shimmering whispers of happiness across the sleeping earth. And they all lived happily ever after.

In a bright and bustling toy shop, nestled in a cozy corner of a busy town, lived a little pink plush rabbit named Cuddles. Cuddles had shiny black button eyes and the fluffiest ears imaginable. Though the toy shop was filled with all sorts of toys, from shiny robots to colorful puzzles, Cuddles longed to be loved by a child. Every morning when the shopkeeper opened the store, Cuddles watched excitedly as children came in, their eyes wide with wonder. The toy trains would chug along the tracks, and the music boxes would play cheerful tunes. But Cuddles stayed on the shelf, hoping that today would be the day a special friend would choose them. One particularly drizzly afternoon, when raindrops pattered softly against the windows, a small boy named Toby entered the shop with his grandfather. Toby had bright yellow rain boots and a warm smile that could light up even the cloudiest day. His eyes scanned the room, and as they landed on Cuddles, they sparkled with curiosity and joy. “Just the friend I needed!” Toby exclaimed, picking up Cuddles gently. The plush rabbit fit perfectly in his arms, and Cuddles felt a warm glow of happiness spark inside. With his new friend in tow, Toby skipped to the counter, and his grandfather, with a kind chuckle, bought Cuddles for him. That evening, snuggled up in bed with a cozy blanket wrapped around him, Toby said to Cuddles, “From now on, we’ll have lots of adventures together!” Cuddles couldn’t speak, but if he could, he would’ve thanked Toby a million times over. And so began Cuddles’ grand journey. Every day was filled with new excitement. They sailed paper boats in the backyard, built towering castles in the living room, and even went on expeditions in the garden, searching for tiny creatures to befriend. One sunny morning, as Toby and Cuddles lay in a hammock beneath the gentle swaying of the apple tree, Toby asked, “I wonder what clouds taste like, don’t you, Cuddles?” Together, they imagined clouds were made of sweet, fluffy marshmallows. Toby giggled at the thought, and Cuddles felt as if his stuffing had transformed into light, airy marshmallow fluff. At night, Toby would tuck Cuddles under his chin, whispering secrets and dreams only they could share. While they drifted off to sleep, the stars above seemed to twinkle with extra brightness, as if they, too, were part of Toby and Cuddles’ wondrous adventures. And so it was, in the heart of a child with endless dreams, an ordinary plush rabbit found its forever home, making each day brighter in the most magical and loving ways.

Once upon a time, in a sunny meadow, there lived a small, adventurous hedgehog named Hazel. Hazel had tiny, pointy quills, shiny black eyes, and a heart full of curiosity. Every morning, she would set out on new explorations through the tall grass and under the colorful wildflowers, looking for hidden treasures. One particular morning, as the sun rose, painting the sky with orange and pink, Hazel awoke to a strange, soft sound. She peeked out of her cozy burrow and saw a little ladybug struggling to lift one of its tiny wings that was covered in shiny dewdrops. Hazel quickly trotted over and gently nudged the ladybug onto her back, keeping it warm and dry as they slowly made their way to a sunny patch of grass. The ladybug’s name was Dotty, and she was very grateful to Hazel for her kindness. As they sat in the warm rays of the sun, Dotty told Hazel about a garden she had spotted nearby. The garden was full of wonderful plants that glowed like stars in the night sky. Hazel, her eyes bright with excitement, decided they should go see it together. On the way to the garden, Hazel and Dotty bumped into a chirpy cricket named Hopper. Hopper was hopping around, looking for his lucky clover, which he had misplaced after a gust of wind blew through the meadow. Hazel and Dotty offered to help. They combed through the grass, searching high and low until they found the four-leafed wonder nestled beneath a patch of dandelions. Hopper was ecstatic and joined them on their adventure to the magical garden. Finally, they arrived at the garden. It was as stunning as Dotty had described, filled with flowers of every color. Each petal shimmered with a twinkling light, as if little stars had come down from the sky to make their home among the blossoms. As night fell, the garden’s magic unfolded, and the flowers began to glow even brighter. Hazel, Dotty, and Hopper marveled at the spectacle. A gentle breeze swirled around them, and the leaves began to sing a soft melody. Hazel and her friends felt a coziness in their hearts, knowing they had found a special place where friendship bloomed as brightly as the garden itself. Full of joy and new stories, they rested under the glow of the garden’s light, dreaming of tomorrow’s adventures, hand in hand, or rather quill and wing. And so, the lights twinkled softly, guiding them gently into the land of dreams.

Once upon a time, in a sunny meadow where flowers filled the air with sweet scents, there lived a cheerful caterpillar named Coco. Coco was not your everyday caterpillar; she wore a bright red scarf that her grandma had knitted just for her. She loved her scarf and wore it everywhere she squiggled. Coco spent her days munching on green leaves, chatting with her friends Tiny the slow turtle and Buzzy the hyper bumblebee. Every morning, the three of them met under the big, friendly oak tree to talk about their dreams and adventures. One bright, clear day, the friends spotted something unusual—oranges, bright and shiny, hanging from a nearby tree that had never been there before. Coco’s eyes widened with curiosity. She had never seen oranges before and decided she must try them. As Coco, Tiny, and Buzzy approached the orange tree, they noticed it was guarded by Mr. Hoots, an old, wise owl who was known to be a little grumpy but very kind-hearted. Coco politely asked him if they could taste the sweet-looking fruit. Mr. Hoots adjusted his round spectacles, looking at them with a gentle nod. “Of course, my dear friends! But first, let’s play a little game,” he hooted with a twinkle in his eye. “I will ask you three simple questions. Answer them, and the juiciest orange shall be yours.” Coco and her friends loved games, so they quickly agreed. Mr. Hoots ruffled his feathers and asked the first question, “What makes the sky so blue?” Coco thought hard, remembering what her grandma had told her. “The sky is blue because the sun shines on the air, and we see the pretty color!” “Well done!” Mr. Hoots nodded, impressed. “Second question: why do leaves turn brown?” Tiny the turtle, who always observed the changes of the seasons, answered this one. “The leaves turn brown because they’re tired from working all summer long. They take a little rest in the winter.” “Correct again,” Mr. Hoots smiled. “Last question: what’s the most important thing friends can do for each other?” Buzzy, who loved to zip around bringing smiles wherever he flew, buzzed happily, “The best thing friends can do is look out for each other and share fun, just like we do!” “That’s the right answer!” Mr. Hoots clapped his wings. “You all answered perfectly. Now, you may have an orange.” Coco, Tiny, and Buzzy each picked a shining orange from the tree. Never had they tasted anything so refreshing and yummy! The sweet juice tickled their tongues and filled their hearts with joy. As the sun began to set, painting the sky with shades of pink and orange like their new favorite fruit, the friends lay down on the soft meadow grass. They watched the stars twinkle and giggled about their adventure with the old orange tree. As Coco felt sleep tugging at her eyes, she thought about how every day held a new secret to discover and a new story to tell. Snuggling into her scarf, she whispered to her friends, “Goodnight, Tiny. Goodnight, Buzzy. I can’t wait to see what tomorrow brings.” And as the moon glided across the sparkling sky, the little caterpillar, the turtle, and the bumblebee drifted into sweet dreams of sunny meadows and delightful games, promising to explore again once the day unfolded.

Once upon a time, in a warm and cozy bakery, there lived a little cookie named Chip. Chip was not just any cookie; he was a chocolate chip cookie with the sweetest smile and a heart full of joy. The bakery was a bustling place where cookies, cakes, and pastries dreamed of finding their way to a happy home. Every day, Chip watched as his cookie friends were gently placed into paper bags to be taken away by smiling customers. Chip longed for the day when he too would be chosen. He dreamt of adventures outside the bakery, of meeting children and sharing his sweet chocolate chips with laughter and happiness. One sunny morning, just as the baker was arranging the fresh batches of cookies, a butterfly gently fluttered in through the bakery window. Her wings shimmered with colors more vibrant than a rainbow. The butterfly noticed Chip and flitted down to his shelf. “Hello, little cookie,” she said. “Why do you look so thoughtful today?” “Hello, butterfly,” Chip replied, his little chocolate chips glistening with excitement. “I dream of the day when I will get to explore the world beyond the bakery and make friends with little kids.” The butterfly thought for a moment and said, “I can grant you a wish for one whole day. You could become a child for a little while and see the world outside!” Chip’s eyes widened in surprise and delight. “Oh, thank you!” he exclaimed. Without another moment’s delay, the butterfly fluttered her wings and sprinkled a bit of magic dust over Chip. Suddenly, Chip felt all tingly, and in a twinkle, he transformed from a cookie into a cheerful little boy! As a child in jeans and a bright plaid shirt, Chip was beyond excited. With a smile as bright as the morning sun, he ran out of the bakery and into the bustling marketplace. Everything felt new and wonderful. There were children flying colorful kites, families at the park picnicking, and vendors selling candy and balloons. Chip first visited the playground where he made new friends while sliding and swinging high. The laughter of the children was the happiest sound he had ever heard. Chip felt lucky to join them in their games, running across the grass, feeling the warm sunshine. After plenty of play, the kids decided to have a pretend picnic. They gathered sticks and leaves, using their imaginations to turn them into delicious feasts. Chip delighted in the game, though he secretly wished he could share his tasty chocolate chips with the kids. The sun was beginning to set, painting the sky with beautiful pinks and purples. Chip remembered what the butterfly had said—he only had one day to experience the world as a child. As evening approached, Chip stood by the edge of the riverside and watched the golden sun dipping below the horizon. His heart swelled with gratitude for the magical day he had experienced. Just as dusk settled, the shimmering butterfly returned. “I hope you had a wonderful day, dear Chip,” she said softly. “It was amazing!” Chip replied, eyes twinkling with memories of laughter and friendship. And with another sprinkle of magic dust, he found himself back as a cookie, resting on the bakery shelf. But something special lingered—an indescribable joy that came from living his dream, even if only for a day. From then on, every time a child came to the bakery, Chip would smile brighter than ever. Because he knew, just as his own dream had come true, one day he too would bring joy to a child’s heart. And there Chip waited, warm and happy, ready for the moment someone special would come to take him home. When that day came, Chip knew—with all the adventures he had experienced tucked safely in his heart—he would be the happiest cookie of all.

In a cozy, bright forest filled with sparkly mushrooms and tall, friendly trees, there lived a tiny squirrel named Tinka. Tinka was not an ordinary squirrel; she had a fluffy, lavender tail that twinkled softly in the moonlight. She was known for her kindness and her brave heart. One sunny day, as Tinka scurried around the forest floor looking for the shiniest acorns, she stumbled upon an unusual thing. It was a small, round pebble glowing warmly on the ground. Curious, Tinka picked it up, and to her surprise, the pebble began to sing softly! A gentle tune floated in the air, tickling her ears. “Oh dear pebble, where did you come from?” Tinka asked in her sweetest voice. The pebble shimmered in reply, and out popped a tiny creature with wings as golden as the sun. It was a little sprite, no bigger than Tinka’s paw! “Thank you for freeing me, kind squirrel!” chirped the sprite, twirling with joy. “I’ve been trapped inside this pebble for quite some time.” Tinka giggled at the tiny dance. “Who are you?” she asked with eager eyes. “My name is Lila, and I’m the guardian of the forest melodies,” replied the sprite, tapping her golden wings. “In return for your help, would you like to join me on an adventure?” Excited, Tinka nodded eagerly. Lila clapped her hands, and with a sparkle, they floated into the air and sailed over the treetops. Tinka felt the wind rush through her fur as they zipped over bubbling streams and blooming flower fields. They reached a place where the trees sang sweet songs and the air was filled with a delightful, swirling hum. Here, Lila collected old, forgotten tunes from the trees and streams to weave into new melodies for the forest. Tinka helped by gathering up little notes, each one colored differently, from the branches. As night fell, the trees began to glow with soft, warm hues. Tinka and Lila sat atop the tallest tree, listening to the symphony they had created. The forest was alive with music, pouring like honey through the night. “Thank you for this beautiful journey, Lila,” Tinka whispered, her eyes heavy with sleep. “Thank you, dear friend, for helping me,” replied Lila with a gentle smile. And as Tinka closed her eyes, she drifted into a world of musical dreams, where her lavender tail shimmered brightly. Back in the forest, the soft, magical tunes wrapped everything in a blanket of peace, ensuring all creatures could sleep soundly. Tinka knew she’d made a forever friend in Lila, and her heart was warm with happiness, nestled in the singing forest.