Grandma June lived near the edge of the forest and always knitted in her rocking chair by the fire. But what made her special was this: she knitted for animals.
Scarves for squirrels. Hats for hedgehogs. But her favorite customer? A little red fox who wore mittens.
He’d arrive every week, right on time, and sit politely while she fit him with new ones.
“But Grandma, foxes don’t wear mittens!” her granddaughter Lucy laughed.
“Ah, but this one does,” she smiled. “He once burned his paws on a campfire while helping a lost camper. Now he keeps warm.”
One snowy evening, Lucy followed the fox after his visit. She watched as he brought the mittens to other forest creatures—cold raccoons, shivering owls, even a baby bear.
“He’s not keeping them—he’s sharing them!” she gasped.
The fox turned and nodded at her. No words—just a grateful glance.
From that day on, Lucy learned to knit. She and Grandma June became the Forest Mitten Makers, and no creature ever shivered again.
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