Title: Obedient Dodo, Mori, Donal, and Moly Sitting Wait Mom Mixed Milk
In a quaint little village nestled between rolling hills and lush green meadows, there lived a peculiar group of friends: Dodo, a bright-eyed bird with vibrant feathers; Mori, a wise tortoise who always seemed to have a story to share; Donal, a playful rabbit full of energy; and Moly, a gentle deer who was beloved by all the creatures in the wood. Together, they were a lively bunch, but on this particular afternoon, they were unusually quiet.
The four friends sat patiently beneath the great oak tree, its sprawling branches casting a cool shade over them. The warm sun was high in the sky, and the gentle breeze rustled the leaves as if encouraging the friends to be a little more adventurous. But today, they were waiting for something special: it was milk day!
Mrs. Deer, Moly’s mother, was preparing a delicious treat for her little ones, mixing fresh milk with a hint of honey and a dash of cinnamon—an afternoon delight that made everyone’s mouths water. The aroma wafted through the air, making Dodo’s beak water in anticipation.
“Do you think Mom is almost done?” asked Moly, her big doe eyes sparkling with excitement.
“I think so, but let’s be patient,” Mori replied, adjusting his shell as he settled comfortably on the grass. “Good things come to those who wait.”
Donal, always the impulsive one, couldn’t help but hop in place. “But it smells so good! I can’t stand it!”
“Don’t be impatient, Donal,” Dodo chirped, flapping his wings eagerly. “Remember, we agreed to wait here until Moly’s mom calls us. It would be rude to rush in without being invited.”
The friends nodded in agreement, knowing that patience was part of the fun. They used this time to chat and share stories. Mori told them about a time he met a wise old owl who could answer any question. Dodo shared tales of his splendid flights through the sky, while Moly listened with rapt attention. Donal, however, grew increasingly restless.
Just then, they heard the musical voice of Mrs. Deer calling from the direction of home. “Children! Come and get your milk!”
At once, the friends jumped to their feet, excitement bubbling within them. “See? Good things really do come to those who wait!” Mori said with a smile as they hurried toward the welcoming voice.
When they arrived, the sight was delightful. Mrs. Deer had poured the milk into colorful bowls and set them outside on a blanket. Each bowl sparkled in the sunlight, creating a cheerful scene right in the heart of nature.
The moment they approached, Donal dashed forward, ready to drink without a second thought. But Moly gently reminded him, “Let’s sit down
