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In Hazel the Hamsters Happy Hideaway by Kelly Johnson, a gentle and imaginative hamster named Hazel lives in a beautifully crafted tree stump nestled deep in the magical Whispering Woods. Surrounded by glowing firefly lanterns, mossy floors, and shelves of sparkling treasures from her adventures, Hazel cherishes her cozy sanctuarybut her heart longs for friendship. As she watches the joyful woodland creatures from her window, a quiet hope begins to grow. One bright morning, filled with a newfound courage, Hazel steps outside her hideaway and into the whispering forest, ready to follow the soft call of adventure and discover the magic of connection. With each brave step, Hazels dream of friendship draws closer, reminding young readers that even the smallest hearts can find the biggest joys when they dare to explore the world beyond their comfort zone.

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IMPRESSUM

Hazel the Hamster’s Happy Hideaway

Author: Kelly Johnson

© 2025 Kelly Johnson.

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Author: Kelly Johnson

Contact: 903 W Woodland Ave, Kokomo, IN 46902

Email: [email protected]

Disclaimer

This eBook is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the author.

Table of Contents

Chapter 1: Hazel’s Cozy Corner

Chapter 2: The Whispering Woods

Chapter 3: Meeting Momo the Mole

Chapter 4: The Lost Feather

Chapter 5: Freddie the Fox’s Surprise

Chapter 6: The Forest Festival

Chapter 7: The Stormy Night

Chapter 8: The Magical Moonlight

Chapter 9: Hazel’s Big Surprise

Chapter 10: A Happy Hideaway for Everyone

Title: Hazel the Hamster’s Happy Hideaway

Author: Kelly Johnson

Chapter 1: Hazel’s Cozy Corner

Deep in the heart of the Whispering Woods, where sunlight filtered gently through layers of emerald leaves and danced like golden sparkles on the forest floor, there stood an ancient tree stump. This stump was no ordinary remnant of a fallen giant—it was a treasure trove of memories, a secret sanctuary carefully hollowed out over countless seasons, and most importantly, it was Hazel the hamster’s very own special hideaway.

Hazel’s hideaway nestled quietly beneath a canopy of twisting branches, their leaves whispering softly with every breeze that passed through the woods. The air inside the hollow stump was cool but cozy, filled with the gentle scent of moss and earth, a natural perfume that wrapped around Hazel like a comforting hug. Shafts of warm sunlight peeked through tiny cracks and a delicate round window carved just right for Hazel’s curious eyes, painting patches of light that shifted slowly as the day moved along.

Inside, Hazel had created a cozy corner that was both her sanctuary and her playground. The floor was thickly carpeted with soft, emerald-green moss that cushioned each of her tiny steps, making the whole space feel like a lush forest floor all over again, but perfectly safe and still. When Hazel scampered across it, the moss gave a quiet, gentle spring beneath her paws, like a secret welcome mat made just for her.

Hanging from the low, rounded ceiling were tiny lanterns—small, delicate wonders made from hollowed-out nutshells. Inside each shell glowed a flickering firefly, carefully gathered by Hazel on warm summer evenings. Their golden light cast a soft, amber glow across the walls, turning the space into a magical haven where shadows danced and the worries of the outside world seemed to vanish.

Along the curved walls of the stump, Hazel had built tiny shelves carved from twigs and bark. These shelves were lined with an array of colorful acorn jars, each one carefully filled with a variety of treasures Hazel had collected on her woodland adventures—shiny seeds, plump berries, tiny nuts, and even little bits of sparkling quartz she’d found hidden beneath leaves. Each jar told a story, and Hazel loved to gaze at them, imagining the adventures she’d had gathering them, and dreaming of the adventures still waiting just beyond the trees.

In one quiet corner, Hazel had arranged a fluffy pile of dried leaves, meticulously gathered and layered until it felt soft as clouds. She had topped this pile with a single, silvery feather she’d discovered one sunny afternoon while exploring near the creek. This little bed was her favorite place to curl up when the day was done, a nest of warmth and softness just for her.

Next to the bed sat a tiny wooden stump, transformed by Hazel into a little table, just her size. On it rested a delicate teacup made from a cracked walnut shell, always ready for a sip of warm chamomile tea brewed from flowers she’d picked herself. The smell of the tea often drifted softly through the room, mingling with the fresh earthy scent of the forest, creating an aroma that made Hazel’s hideaway feel like the most welcoming place in all the woods.

Hazel loved every inch of her little home—the soft moss, the glowing lanterns, the shelves full of treasures, and the warm bed she had made with care. This hideaway was more than just a place to live; it was a reflection of her gentle heart and curious spirit.

Yet, despite all its comforts and charm, Hazel sometimes felt a quiet ache deep inside. The forest around her was full of life—the cheerful chirps of birds soaring between branches, the rustle of squirrels scampering through leaves, the gentle hum of busy bees flitting among wildflowers. The woods were alive with the joyful sounds of animals playing and calling to one another, sharing their days in bustling, lively company.

But Hazel often found herself on the other side of the window, nestled safely in her cozy nook, watching the world outside with wide, curious eyes. She would sit very still, her small, delicate paws resting lightly on the wooden windowsill as she followed the lively chatter of the forest creatures beyond. The bright sunlight spilled in through the little round window, casting warm patterns on her soft mossy floor, but Hazel’s gaze was fixed on the scenes unfolding just beyond her reach.

She watched as squirrels darted nimbly from branch to branch, their bushy tails flicking with excitement. Birds flitted through the air in graceful arcs, their songs weaving a melody that filled the woods with joy. Rabbits bounded across sun-dappled clearings, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves. The forest was alive with life, movement, and the beautiful harmony of friendship.

Hazel’s heart ached with a tender longing. She yearned to join in—to leap alongside the rabbits, to share secrets whispered under the shade of ancient oaks, to feel the thrill of a friendly chase or the warmth of a gentle hug. The world outside her window seemed so full of joy and connection, while inside her cozy hideaway, she sometimes felt the quiet weight of loneliness.

She dreamed of the simple pleasures of friendship: laughter shared under the leafy canopy, tiny hands (or paws) held in comfort, and stories told in hushed tones beside a crackling fire of twinkling fireflies. Hazel imagined the joy of exploring new places with companions by her side, discovering secret trails and hidden treasures tucked deep in the woods.

In the stillness of her hideaway, a soft hope blossomed in Hazel’s heart—a hope that whispered of friendship, belonging, and the joy of being part of a caring community. She thought about friends who would appreciate the magic of quiet moments, who would understand the comfort of a soft bed of leaves and the beauty of a shared smile. Hazel pictured the smiles, the shared adventures, and the cozy evenings spent together, wrapped in stories and warmth.

Though she loved her cozy corner deeply, Hazel felt a gentle stirring inside, a quiet urging that she could no longer ignore. One day, she knew, she would step beyond the safe walls of her tree stump home and into the bright, bustling heart of the Whispering Woods—where new friends waited to be found and new stories waited to be told.

Her little heart fluttered with a tender wish. “I want friends,” she whispered softly to the quiet room around her. “Friends to laugh with, to explore with, and to share cozy evenings in my hideaway.”

She let her imagination wander, painting vivid pictures of the fun they could have together. She imagined gathering wildflowers in a meadow, their colors bursting like a rainbow in the sunlight. She dreamed of sharing delicious snacks—plump berries, crunchy nuts, and sweet honeycomb—while telling stories beneath a blanket of twinkling stars. The very thought made her whiskers twitch with excitement and filled her chest with warmth.