the two hundred and fifty seventh story

Once upon a time there was a globe and an atlas who argued, good-naturedly, most evenings, about who contained more information.

the two hundred and fifty sixth story

Once upon a time there was a cat who tried, every night, to catch a certain star. She climbed, every night, to the very top of the very tallest tree she could find. Every night, she spend at least... oh... five minutes batting at the star. The star never fell, and the star kept rising every night.

The two hundred and fifty fifth story

Once upon a time there was a giraffe who made herself a long, long tail out of tree branches and leaves and feathers, and called herself a brachiosaurus

The two hundred and fifty fourth story

Once upon a time there was a joke who did not understand why everyone was always laughing at her.

The two hundred and fifty third story

Once upon a time there was a pair of trousers who very much admired a certain pair of frilly pantaloons.

The two hundred and fifty second story

Once upon a time there was a rainstorm who learned about erosion and spent all her time after that worrying about the land underneath her.

The two hundred and fifty first story

Once upon a time there was a squirrel who, having neglected to store nuts for the winter, decided to survive exclusively on dropped french fries.

The two hundred and fiftieth story!

Once upon a time there was a tree show tried draping herself in lights to hide her lack of leaves.

The two hundred and forty ninth story

Once upon a time there was a fir tree who spread out her needles JUST SO to catch snow in the most beautiful way.

The two hundred and forty eighth story

Once upon a time there was a beagle who liked to think of himself as a very small, very short nosed elephant

The two hundred and forty seventh story

Once upon a time there was a young stag who, in seeing all his friends lose their antlers for the year, decided to not lean over, to avoid running recklessly through the woods, in the hopes he could keep his.

The Two hundred and forty sixth story

 Once upon a time there was a christmas light who thought the stars were also christmas lights and did not understand why they wouldn't talk to him.

The two hundred and forty fifth story

Once upon a time there was an antelope who was truly delighted to discover that he could scratch his own back with his curved horns.

The two hundred and forty fourth story

Once upon a time there was a tree lined street where all the leaves traded gossip on what trees looked the best in lights.

The two hundred anf forty second story

Once upon a time there was a bat who, full of the joy of flying, flew closer and closer to the moon; unlike poor icarus he was fine and spent the night bathed in cool light.

The two hundred and forty first story

Once upon a time there was a falcon who liked to race raindrops to the ground.

The Two hundred and fortieth story

Once upon a time there was a moth who had no interest whatsoever in lamps.

The two hundred an thirty ninth story

Once upon a time there was a toll plaza that really liked saying Hi to all the cars and got really lonely when EZpass became the norm.

The two hundred and thirty eighth story

Once upon a time there was a cup of hot cocoa who told everyone that he was spiked with whiskey, but really he just had extra sugar.

the two hundred and thirty seventh story

Once upon a time there was a street who was pretty content to just go from the park to the pub and back.