The little wood mouse and hibernation, winter time

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The little wood mouse and hibernation

It had snowed two nights and one day. It was the first snow this year. Suddenly he had been there. None of the forest animals had expected this, as the time before had been warm and friendly and not cold at all. But now the snow had brought the cold with it. It came into power so powerfully that suddenly you could see the breath as little clouds of steam in the winter air. It is high time for the forest animals to rest in their protected and warm sleeping caves.
"I’m sure the whole forest is asleep now, it’s that cold," said the little wood mouse when she took another look outside. But she trembled so much before this strange winter cold that she quickly dashed back into the mouse building.
"There’s definitely nothing going on out there now," she murmured, feeling almost a little satisfied with it. "So I don’t miss anything and can sleep peacefully."
It was a good thing. The little forest mouse was a curious little mouse. Nothing that was going on in the forest should escape her. She wanted to see and hear and smell and get to know everything. So she couldn’t imagine lying down for hibernation and staying calm. The forest animals had spoken of it, but honestly: lying and sleeping in the mouse for many months? No, the little wood mouse didn’t even think about it. How boring it would be! And she had firmly pressed her mouse paws that it would be warm in the forest even in winter.
"We all have to sleep once," Grandpa Mouse comforted. "You’ll see, sleep will do you good. You will gather strength for the time after. The seriousness of life begins in spring and there will be little time to rest. ”
Seriousness of life? That sounded serious. And when Grandpa Maus said it, it had to be right.
Even if the little wood mouse is little under the "seriousness of life“Could imagine, now she curled up in her nest of dry grasses, twigs and warming pine needles to take a nap.
I will only sleep briefly, she decided. Because actually I’m not tired at all. And maybe the freezing cold cold moves on quickly.
So the little mouse thought and fell asleep.
She slept for many weeks, and her sleep was so deep that she could not hear how the frost cracked the branches of the trees and how mountains of snow that the winter storms blew from the branches of fir and pine clattered on the mouse cavity.
She heard the barking of the hungry deer and foxes and the croaking of the ravens just as little as the voices of the people who now had a lot of fun in the forest on skis and sleds. The little girl heard none of this wood mouse And it was fine like that. Otherwise curiosity would have driven her to want to get to know the winter forest, and she would definitely have strayed between high snow hills.

Winter sleep, image source © Tim_Tonic / pixabay

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