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The littlest acorn sat at the bottom of the oldest oak tree, looking up, and up, and up. “I'll never be that tall,” it sighed.
Pip landed beside it. “That old oak was once an acorn too,” she said gently. “It just had a lot of seasons to grow.”
Milo helped tuck the acorn into a soft patch of soil. “We'll come back and visit,” he promised. And every season after, they did — watching the littlest acorn grow, one patient season at a time.