Once upon a time, nestled in a sun-dappled meadow, stood a little oak tree named Pip. Pip wasn't very big. In fact, he was quite small, barely taller than a toadstool! His leaves were a bright, cheerful green, and he dreamed of growing tall and strong, like the ancient oak at the edge of the meadow, whose branches scraped the clouds. Pip spent his days watching the busy world around him. Butterflies fluttered past his tiny leaves, bumblebees buzzed lazily around his trunk, and rabbits nibbled the sweet clover at his feet. He loved watching the children play in the meadow, their laughter echoing through the air. He wished he could join in their games!