Little Mama slowly opens her eyes and squints at the bright morning sun. The wind has died down. Last night she listened to the eerie tune the trees made as the wind blew its way through the woods. She makes a nest of leaves and sticks and spends the night there as the storm rages.

It isn’t raining anymore, but everything looks different. Branches are strewn all over, and even a few trees have fallen to the ground.  Little Mama stands up unsteadily. She looks through the tree branches in search of fallen bird nests.

If she’s lucky, maybe she would be able to find a baby bird or two. Late yesterday when she left her nest in search of food, she knew there was a storm brewing, but she is extremely hungry. She needs to eat so she could nurse her babies. They are sound asleep when she leaves.

But that was yesterday, anything could have happened to them. The kits barely have their eyes open. Just as Little Mama is about to give up, she sees a baby bird lying lifeless on the ground.

She smells it and determines it hasn’t been dead that long and swallows it whole. She runs over the branches and debris along the path until Frightened that one of her kits has wandered off. Last winter she had lost her kittens due to her near starvation. Winter is never a good time to give birth to a litter. But she has little control over when these things happen.

As she makes her way over to the nest, she smells each of her mewling kittens. She realizes that one of them is missing.  The one who always tries to climb out of the nest? Her heart sinks a little at the thought of another lost kit. 

Nature is cruel, and she has learned the best way to learn is with acceptance. She’ll take care of the rest of her litter as best as she can. Until they can take care of themselves. When they’re about six weeks old, she’ll begin to teach them how to hunt. She’ll wean them off her milk.

She lies down on her side in the nest. It’s a little damp but still warm from the five kittens. That lie, sleeping bundled together. As soon as they sense their, mother they crawl over and find a place to nurse. They push and shove each other out of the way until they taste the sweet milk. They are safe and warm. Little Mama signs and falls into a fast sleep exhausted from her stormy adventure.

Big Red stumbles and cries, his stomach aching from hunger. He has been looking for his mother all night. Finally, he gives up his search. He finds shelter in the hollow of a tree under some fallen leaves.

When the morning wakes him up, once again his stomach is growling. He has no memory of ever feeling this gnawing pain in his stomach. He can’t think of anything else. He even stops wondering what has become of his mother.

Just as he is about to give up, Big Red sees something fluttering in the air just above his head. He doesn’t know what it is, but his instinct tells him to get it. He jumps as high as he can. And grabs it with his sharp claws. He can hardly believe it.

And he chomps down on it, and it stops moving. He swallows it. It tastes good. It’s warm and fills his stomach the same way as his mother’s milk had. He decides to find a place to take a nap. He starts walking forward through the woods until he sees another tree. He is looking for a hollow place to sleep. He finds it and crawls underneath the damp leaves. He feels satisfied with himself. He wonders what he will do next. And with that thought, he falls fast asleep.