In a big, big tree, in a forest green, lived Sherly the Squirrel, lively and lean.

Sherly loved to play, with leaves and twigs all day. But wise old Owl, with a hoot, had something to say.

"Little Sherly Squirrel, the monsoon's on its way. You have to gather food, or you'll go hungry every day," the Owl did convey.

Sherly giggled, 'Oh, I have time! The sun so shiny, and a weather so fine.'

Days passed quickly, filled with bounce and flurry, Sherly's stash was tiny, now she was in a hurry!

The rain clouds were rumbling, boom, boom, and crash! Sherly dashed and dashed to gather food in a flash.

She found nuts and berries, yummy and sweet, and stored them in her den, nice and neat.

The rain poured down, splash, drizzle, and drip, but Sherly’s home was snug, not chilly or damp.

Through the long, wet days, Sherly was so glad, for she had listened to Owl, and that made her feel glad.

She munched on her food, both night and noon, while the wind went whoosh, swish, and soon.

When the rain had gone, golden sun came back. Sherly scampered out, with a quick clack-clack.

She thanked wise old Owl, for his advice so kind, and knew from now on, she’d keep food in mind.