Snickers the Squirrel Sneezes Silly E-Book

Kelly Johnson

• Herausgeber: Kelly Johnson
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Seitenzahl: 82

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

Snickers the Squirrel wakes up with a tickly nose that leads to a series of silly, powerful sneezes causing playful chaos throughout the forest. Curious about his unusual sneezing abilities, he seeks wisdom from Owl and embarks on a fun-filled adventure with friends to recover a runaway acorn launched by one of his sneezes. Along the way, Snickers learns to manage his sneezes, discovers a festival of sneezing animals, and embraces his unique gift. In the end, Snickers realizes that his sneezes are a magical part of who he is, turning what once seemed troublesome into a joyful strength that prepares him for future adventures.

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Snickers the Squirrel Sneezes Silly

Author: Kelly Johnson

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Author: Kelly Johnson

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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: Snickers and the Tickly Nose

Chapter 2: The Sneezing Surprise

Chapter 3: The Nose Knows Best

Chapter 4: Achoo! The Flying Acorn

Chapter 5: Sneezing and the Great Forest Chase

Chapter 6: The Sneeze that Shook the Tree

Chapter 7: Snickers’ Silly Sneezing Solution

Chapter 8: The Festival of Sneezy Friends

Chapter 9: The Sneezing Champion

Chapter 10: Snickers’ Nose Knows Magic

Title: Snickers the Squirrel Sneezes Silly

Author: Kelly Johnson

Chapter 1: Snickers and the Tickly Nose

But the tickle only grew stronger, creeping deeper into his nose like a tiny, mischievous spider weaving a delicate web. Snickers’ whiskers twitched uncontrollably as he tried once more to ignore the sensation. He closed his eyes tight and took a deep breath, hoping to calm the fluttering feeling. “Just a little sneeze, maybe,” he whispered to himself, not quite sure if he was ready for what was coming.

Suddenly, his nose twitched with a quick, sharp movement. “Ah... ah...” he muttered, his voice barely a whisper as he scrunched up his face, trying to hold it in. His tiny paws flew up to cover his nose, but it was no use.

“ACHOO!” The sneeze burst out louder than he expected, shaking the twigs and leaves around his nest. A few loose acorns tumbled from their pile, scattering softly against the bark. Snickers blinked in surprise, feeling both startled and a little amused by the power of his own sneeze.

He looked around to see if any of the forest creatures had noticed, but all was quiet and calm except for the gentle rustle of the morning breeze. Snickers’ nose still itched, and he wondered if more sneezes might be on their way. “This is going to be an interesting day,” he thought, a mixture of curiosity and excitement sparking in his bright eyes.

With a hopeful twitch of his nose, Snickers stretched once more and prepared himself to face whatever tickles, sneezes, and surprises the forest had in store for him that morning.

But the tickle didn’t go away. Instead, it grew stronger and more persistent, like a tiny feather dancing inside his nostrils. Snickers’ nose twitched uncontrollably, his eyes growing wider as he tried to stay calm. He sniffed once, then twice, hoping the tickle would disappear. But no such luck.

“Ah... ah... ah...” Snickers muttered, his whiskers trembling and his little face scrunching up in a determined effort to hold the feeling back. His paws flew to his nose, but the tickle was relentless, growing fiercer with every second.

And then, with a sudden burst, his whole body shook with the force of the sneeze—“ACHOO!”

The sneeze echoed through the branches, startling a nearby robin who fluttered away in a flurry of wings. Acorns jiggled on the branches nearby, and a few scattered down to the forest floor below. Snickers blinked in surprise, his heart pounding, and looked down at his paws, which were now dusted with tiny bits of leaf and bark from the sneeze’s blast.

“That was... a big one!” Snickers said, still catching his breath. But the tickle was back, just as strong as before, and he knew it wasn’t done with him yet. A mischievous grin crept across his face. “Oh no... not again!”

He prepared himself for the next sneeze, wondering what silly surprises this tickly nose might bring next.

A huge, loud, silly sneeze burst out of him, louder than a cracking twig or a booming thunderclap! The sneeze was so strong that it shook his little nest and sent acorns flying all around him. His carefully gathered pile of crunchy, brown acorns tumbled over the edge of his nest and plopped down onto the soft mossy ground below with a series of thumps and bounces.

Snickers blinked in surprise, his nose still twitching. “Oh no! My acorns!” he exclaimed. He scrambled to the edge of his nest, peering down at the scattered treasures.

Just as he reached out to grab the closest acorn, the tickle came back with a vengeance.

“Ah... ah... ah...” he gasped, but before he could stop it—“ACHOO!”—another sneeze exploded out of him. This time, the force was so strong that a nearby leaf shook loose and fluttered down like a tiny green parachute.

Snickers laughed nervously. “Well, that was a mighty sneeze! But I think I can manage—maybe if I just sit still for a moment.”

He settled back on his fluffy tail, trying to steady his breathing and calm the fluttering excitement in his chest. Around him, the morning birds chirped sweetly in a cheerful chorus, their melodies weaving through the swaying branches. The warm breeze rustled the leaves gently, sending soft shadows dancing across the mossy ground below. Yet despite the peacefulness all around, Snickers’ nose had a mind of its own, twitching and wriggling with a tickle that refused to be ignored.

He gave his nose a careful rub, hoping that the simple gesture might ease the strange sensation. But just as he thought it might be fading, the tickle came back stronger—almost as if it had grown bigger while he wasn’t paying attention. His whiskers twitched rapidly, and his little nose crinkled as the feeling teased its way deeper inside.

Then suddenly, without warning, a burst of sneezes exploded out of him—“ACHOO! ACHOO! ACHOO!”—one after the other in quick, unstoppable bursts. Snickers’ tiny body jolted with each sneeze, making him wobble precariously on the branch. He scrambled to grip the rough bark, barely managing to keep his balance. The sound was so funny and so big that it seemed to wake the whole forest into a fit of giggles.

The leaves rustled wildly, as if the trees themselves were clapping along to Snickers’ sneezy rhythm. Nearby, a bright bluebird fluffed its feathers in surprise, hopping from twig to twig, clearly caught off guard by the sudden sneeze storm. Even the gentle breeze seemed to carry Snickers’ sneezes across the meadow, as if nature was joining in on the silly fun.

Snickers blinked through the tickly haze, his eyes sparkling with a mix of amusement and a little bit of worry. The funny, persistent sensation in his nose seemed to buzz and wiggle like a mischievous little bug, refusing to leave him be. “This nose tickle is a sneaky one,” he thought, his mind buzzing with curiosity. “Why won’t it just go away? What could be making me sneeze like this? Could it be the pollen floating through the air? Or maybe something hidden in the leaves?”

Determined not to be defeated by his unruly nose, Snickers shook himself lightly, fluffing up his fur as if that could chase the tickle away. He took a deep breath to steady himself, then began gathering up the acorns that had tumbled from his nest during the sneezing spree. With careful, nimble paws, he scooped up each acorn, rolling them gently between his fingers to make sure none were cracked or lost. He placed them back into their cozy spots, arranging the pile with a precision only a squirrel could manage, making sure everything was neat and perfect again.

As he worked, his mind whirred with ideas and questions. “Maybe I need to find someone wise in the forest to help me understand this,” he mused. “Or maybe I can discover a special remedy to stop the tickle.” He thought about his friends—Ruffles the Rabbit, always full of good advice, and Pip the Bird, who could fly above the treetops and see far and wide. Perhaps they could help him solve the sneezy mystery.

Once his acorn collection was safely stowed away, Snickers grabbed a tiny, flat piece of bark and a sharp twig, the tools he used for his little notes and sketches. Sitting down on a soft patch of moss, he scratched out the words with careful strokes: “Find out why my nose won’t stop tickling!” The message was simple, but it filled him with a bubbling determination that made his heart feel lighter and braver.

He looked around his nest, imagining all the adventures this one curious question might lead to. With a hopeful twitch of his nose and a bright twinkle in his eyes, Snickers stood tall on his hind legs. The forest around him whispered softly with the rustling leaves and distant birdcalls, as if encouraging him to take the first step. He was ready—for whatever sneezy adventures lay ahead. After all, every great discovery began with a curious question—and this tickly little mystery was just the beginning of a wondrous new chapter in Snickers’ life.

Chapter 2: The Sneezing Surprise

After tidying up his acorns as best as he could, Snickers the Squirrel settled back onto his soft, cozy nest woven carefully between the sturdy branches of the grand oak tree. He curled his fluffy tail neatly around his paws and closed his eyes, hoping with all his might that the persistent tickle in his nose would finally fade away. The gentle morning sun filtered through the leaves, casting warm, golden patches that danced softly across his fur, wrapping him in a comforting glow. For a fleeting moment, with the peaceful sounds of chirping birds and a gentle breeze whispering through the canopy, everything felt calm and serene.