There was something new in the bowl this morning. Little orange berries.
Pip: “I don’t like those.”
Bramble said softly, “That’s alright. Nobody has to eat a single one.”
Pip and Bramble walked along the mossy path.
Hazel: “Hello Pip! You can try a tiny bit on a little spoon.”
Pip: “A tiny bit?”
Old Oakley the owl waited on a low branch.
Old Oakley: “You can have a tiny taste, or you can say, “not this time.” Both are fine.”
Pip: “Not this time?”
Old Oakley: “Yes, little one. Nobody will make you.”
At the table, Pip looked at the little orange berry for a long moment.
Pip: “I’ll try a tiny bit.”
Pip took the smallest taste. It was a bit sweet and a bit strange.
Pip had bread and soup too, and that was plenty.
Pip: “I tried it!”
Pip walked home in the golden light with a sleepy smile.