​Once upon a time, in a bright green forest, lived a busy woodpecker named Woody. Woody loved to tap, tap, tap on the trees with his strong beak. He had a cool red patch on his head and a cozy home inside a tall, brown tree.
​One sunny morning, Woody woke up feeling hungry. “Time for breakfast!” he chirped. He flew to his favorite tree, a big, sturdy one with lots of interesting bumps and lines. Tap, tap, tap went Woody’s beak. He was looking for tasty little insects hiding under the bark.
​As he worked, he saw two bright red mushrooms with white spots growing near the bottom of the tree. “Hello, mushrooms!” he thought. “You look very pretty today.”
​The sky above was a lovely blue, with fluffy white clouds drifting by like cotton balls. In the distance, Woody could see rolling green hills and another pointy green tree. It was a perfect day in the forest.
​Woody kept tapping, happy to be doing what woodpeckers do best. He found a few yummy bugs, had a good meal, and then decided to rest his beak. He sat quietly on the side of the tree, enjoying the peaceful sounds of the forest. He knew he was a very lucky woodpecker to live in such a wonderful place.