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[cheerful music]

*

- Oh. - [laughing]

- * Dancing through springtime flowers *

* And rays of summer sun

* Catching white snowflakes on your nose *

* Running through autumn leaves *

* That float from trees on high *

* With our love that is bigger than the sky *

* Guess how much I love you

* Guess how much I love you *

* Guess how much I love you

* Guess how much I love you *

* Guess how much I love you

* Guess how much I love you *

* Guess how much I love you

narrator: It was a very clear and crisp winter's day,

a special day.

And Big Nutbrown Hare was waiting for a moment

to remind his son just how special the day was.

- Oh, did you see that, Big Nutbrown Hare?

- That was my special tree jump.

- I did.

And speaking of special,

do you know which day it is today?

all: No.

- It's Feast Day!

When everyone brings along a little something to eat,

and together we celebrate with a feast.

- Yay! - A feast!

- What are we celebrating?

- Ah, it's a surprise.

Ask me again tonight.

- Little Gray Squirrel and I can find some treats.

- Where will we have the feast?

- Why don't you both look for somewhere nice?

both: Yes!

- A special day needs a special place.

both: Let's go!

- Where should we look?

- I don't know.

- Hoot! Hoot!

- Look, there's Little White Owl.

Let's ask her.

She flies all over the meadow.

[both giggling]

- Little Gray Squirrel, wake up!

It's Feast Day today.

- Huh?

Did you say feast?

- Yes.

And we need to gather food.

- [giggling]

I buried some nuts last autumn.

- And I hid some berries.

- [sighs] Little White Owl?

- Hello.

Is something wrong?

- We need your help.

- We're looking for a special place

to celebrate Feast Day.

- I can tell you a story about an amazing place.

- Oh! - Yes, please!

- It was a clear, crisp winter's night.

A little white owl much littler than me

was exploring the winter meadow.

She flew to all the places she knew,

and even to some she didn't know.

Then she saw a place that was most unusual.

The winter meadow was all white,

but this place was colorful.

both: Oh.

- Colorful!

- Yes.

All around her was sparkling pink and green.

- Sparkling pink and green?

- And there was dancing in the sky.

- Dancing in the sky?

- The little white owl soon grew bigger,

but she always hoped to see that place again.

- Did she see it again?

- That's all there is to the story.

Maybe you can find out where it is.

- Then we must find this place.

- Yes.

But where in the meadow could be so colorful?

- I know! The holly bush!

That has sparkling colors.

- Yes!

Thank you, Little White Owl.

[playful music]

*

Oh, it's sparkling green and--

well, not exactly pink, but close.

- Yes, this must be the place in the story.

both: Hurray!

- But there's no dancing in the sky.

- That's true.

Maybe we haven't found it after all.

- Huh.

Where shall we look now?

[fluttering]

- What's that strange noise?

- Let's go and find out.

- Hmm, it's not many berries for a feast.

I hope Little Gray Squirrel is digging up lots of nuts.

- Ah-hah!

Huh?

Why did I bury just one hazelnut?

Hmm...

That's right.

I buried the nuts one by one

to trick anyone who might dig them up.

How tricky of me.

But I think I've tricked myself too.

- Oh, look at the birds.

- Wow.

- They're dancing in the sky.

- Yes!

Could it be?

both: Yippee!

[both giggling]

- Oh.

But there's no sparkling pink and green.

- Hmm.

You're right.

It can't be the special place.

Hmm.

We'd better find it soon,

or it'll be feast time.

Come on. - Hey, wait for me!

- Pick a paw, any paw.

- [giggles]

Uh, that one.

A hazelnut, yum.

I guess that means the feast is in the other paw.

A walnut?

Only two nuts?

- But these are two of the best nuts in the meadow.

- Yes.

But even with my berries, it's not enough for a feast.

- I guess not.

But they're enough for this.

- [giggles]

Let's see what everybody else brings.

- [sighs] We've looked everywhere in the meadow

that we know.

- And even some places that we didn't know.

- There must be somewhere we haven't looked yet.

Come on.

What a big hill!

- Race you to the top!

[both giggling]

[both sigh]

- It's very beautiful here.

- Look!

It's like there's stars in the ice.

- And listen to how quiet it is.

- Hoot, hoot.

- Hello, Little White Owl.

- Have you found the special place yet?

- This is an amazing place.

But I don't think it's the special place.

- Oh.

- It's getting late, Little Field Mouse.

This might have to do.

- Never mind, Little Nutbrown Hare.

At least we've got the feast.

- I suppose so.

- Then I'll go and tell the others to bring the feast.

Hoot.

- Some winter bugs.

- And some seeds.

- [sighs] They're good, but...

- Hello, everyone!

- Sorry. It's not much.

- [sighs]

- Why so sad?

- Well, it's just we don't have much of a feast.

And we couldn't find Little White Owl's special place.

I'm sorry.

Feast Day is ruined.

- All is not lost, my Little Nutbrown Hare.

You'll see.

- Really?

- That was a bigger feast than I thought.

- Yes, it was just the right amount.

- Happy Feast Day, everyone.

all: Happy Feast Day!

- [gasps] Wow!

Did you see that?

all: Wow.

- Amazing.

- What is it?

- It's called the Northern Lights.

We're very lucky to see them.

- Look!

We can see them shining in the icicles.

Sparkling pink and green all around.

- And the lights, they're dancing in the sky!

- This is the special place after all.

- Yes, it is.

Yippee!

[all awing ]

- [sighs]

Our meadow is so wonderful, Big Nutbrown Hare.

Tell me, what is it we celebrate on Feast Day?

- Exactly that,

that we have a wonderful meadow,

enough to eat, and most of all,

friends to enjoy it with.

- Yes.

Friends are the best part.

- Guess how much I love you.

- As much as you love the pink and green lights?

- As much as I love dancing under the lights with you,

my Little Nutbrown Hare.

Whee! Whoa!

narrator: As Little Nutbrown Hare danced with his father,

his friends around him, his heart soared.

He felt wonderful.

And he knew that that feeling was love.

It was the beginning of a beautiful day in the meadow,

as the winter's ice and snow gradually gave way

to the gentle rays of spring sun,

much to the delight of a Little Nutbrown Hare.

- [gasps] The snow is melting!

Winter has finally gone.

Spring is really here.

[inhales] Ah, I love the smell of spring.

[sniffs]

[birds chirping]

And the sound of spring.

- [giggling]

- Especially those sounds.

- Little Nutbrown Hare! - Little Nutbrown Hare!

Guess what.

- I know. It's spring!

- Yes!

And that means...

- Little Gray Squirrel should be up after his winter rest.

- We must go and see him.

- That's a great idea.

I'll go and tell Big Nutbrown Hare.

- Whoa!

Oh, where are you off to in such a hurry?

- We're going to see if Little Gray Squirrel is up yet.

- Well, that sounds like an excellent thing to do

on a warm spring day.

- See you later!

- Good-bye, Little Nutbrown Hare.

[all giggling]

- I can't wait to see Little Gray Squirrel again.

- Yes, we hardly saw him at all over winter.

- I do hope he's ready to play with us again.

- Oh, dear. Oh, no.

Where are they?

- Listen.

It sounds like Little Gray Squirrel is up.

- Yes, but he seems to be upset about something.

- Hello? Little Gray Squirrel?

Is there something wrong?

- Yes.

I can't find my nuts.

- What nuts?

- My walnuts, my hazelnuts, and my acorns.

Oh, I know I hid them somewhere.

- You hid your nuts?

- Yes.

To eat in winter and spring.

But I've forgotten where I put them.

- There's nothing worse than waking up hungry

and not having any breakfast.

- Imagine what it must be like for Little Gray Squirrel.

He's been in his tree for most of winter.

- We've got to help him.

Don't worry, Little Gray Squirrel.

We'll help you find your nuts.

- But how can you possibly know where to look?

- Easy.

We'll think like a squirrel

and do things we've seen you do.

- What sort of things do I do?

- Well... uh...

- You're very good at climbing!

So if I were you, I would've done this.

Ooh!

Where shall I put my nuts?

Where shall I put my nuts?

Shall I put them here or here or here?

- [giggles]

I'm not like that, am I? Am I? Am I?

[both giggling]

both: Yes!

- But it hasn't helped me find your nuts.

- Then let me try.

You're very good at jumping and leaping,

Little Gray Squirrel.

- Yes, I am.

Watch.

Whoa!

- Then maybe you found a place to store your nuts

while you were jumping around one day.

- I'm not like that, am I?

all: Yes, you are.

- Oh, look!

- Oh, have you found my nuts?

- Boo! - Whoa!

- No, I was tricking you

because that's another thing you like to do: trick us.

- Did it jog your memory?

- Hmm...

No.

- Then let me try.

Everybody knows what a good juggler you are.

Well, maybe you were juggling your nuts when you dropped them,

and they rolled away somewhere.

- That's possible.

- Let's pretend these are nuts.

Oh! Ha.

[all laughing]

- That's not how you juggle!

- Now let them go and see where they land.

- Oh!

- Oh, they didn't go anywhere.

[all sigh]

- So now where do we look?

- We spent a lot of time last autumn

playing in the meadow.

Maybe I hid my nuts there.

- Yes!

- [sighs]

Isn't spring beautiful?

- Oh, it certainly is.

- * La, la-la, la-la, la, la-la *

- Watch me!

I'm a bee!

[buzzes]

- And I'm a little nutbrown rolling stone.

- Hello, little blue butterfly.

- Wait a minute.

There's cowslips.

I remember burying my walnuts near them.

Oh, they're not here.

- There's a little walnut tree over here.

- That's funny.

That wasn't here last autumn.

- Hello there.

Maybe that's what happened to your walnuts.

- What do you mean, that's what happened to my walnuts?

- Perhaps this is where you buried your walnuts,

and they've started to grow into trees.

all: Oh!

- You mean, they're not nuts anymore?

- No, they've turned into seeds and sprouted.

- Oh...

And I'm so hungry.

- Well, let's keep looking.

- [sniffs]

I remember this smell.

I think I buried my hazelnuts around here.

Yes! It's those violets.

I'm sure I buried my hazelnuts near them.

[sighs] They're not here either.

What's happened to them?

- Could these be young hazelnut trees?

- Yes, and they weren't here last year.

- Oh, dear.

Don't tell me my hazelnuts are growing into trees too.

- [sniffs] It seems like it.

- Oh...

It was such a long winter,

and I'm so hungry.

[stomach growls]

- Don't give up yet, Little Gray Squirrel.

We still might find your acorns.

- Yes, you're right.

I can think of one more place we can look.

I think I might have buried my acorns near these hyacinths.

- Oak trees grow from acorns, don't they?

- Yes.

- Well, I think this is a baby oak tree.

- Yes, you're right. - What?

You mean my acorns are growing into trees too?

Oh, no!

What am I going to do?

- [giggles]

- What's so funny?

- Your face! It's got mud on it.

[all laughing]

- I can't see my face.

- It looks like this.

[giggles]

- That is pretty funny.

- As funny as this?

[both laughing]

- Yeah, that's pretty funny too.

- But not as funny as this!

[all making funny noises]

- [laughing]

Thanks for cheering me up.

- That's what friends are for, Little Gray Squirrel.

- And that's what I love about spring even more than nuts--

playing with my friends again.

- Yes.

Remember last spring when we played

jump the log together?

- The log!

That's what I did with my special acorns.

- I thought you'd buried your acorns.

- I just remembered that I didn't bury them.

I hid them in here.

- Oh, that's a lot of acorns.

- Enough for all of us.

all: Yay!

narrator: After the big feast of acorns,

when even Little Gray Squirrel wasn't hungry anymore,

Big Nutbrown Hare came to take his son home.

- Did you find Little Gray Squirrel's nuts in the end?

- Yes, we did.

Look.

Hmm...

Big Nutbrown Hare?

- Yes, Little Nutbrown Hare?

- Can this little acorn really grow up to be

as big as that tree?

- Yes.

- Then guess how much I love you.

- As much as the old oak tree is big?

- No.

As big as this acorn.

Because it just keeps growing and growing and growing!

- Ooh.