Once upon a time, in a cozy little tree, lived a small squirrel named Squeaky. Squeaky had soft brown fur, a twitchy nose, and one very big question he asked himself every morning: "Where is Happy?"
Squeaky thought Happy must be a special place, or maybe a big, shiny acorn hidden just for him. So, one sunny morning, he decided to go find it. He scampered down his tree and looked left, then right.
He first saw Barnaby Bluebird singing a cheerful tune on a branch. "Barnaby," Squeaky chirped, "Are you happy?" Barnaby sang another sweet note and said, "Oh yes, Squeaky! Singing in the sunshine makes me happy."
Squeaky listened to Barnaby's song. It was simple and lovely. He tried humming a little tune himself and felt a tiny warm feeling bubble up inside him. Maybe Happy was a little bit like singing.
Further along, Squeaky saw Rosie Rabbit sharing juicy dandelions with her friends. "Rosie," asked Squeaky, "Are you happy?" Rosie smiled, her whiskers twitching. "Sharing yummy treats makes me very happy, Squeaky!"
Squeaky helped Rosie pass out a few dandelions and felt that warm feeling grow a little bigger. Maybe Happy was also a little bit like sharing.
Squeaky kept searching for the big, shiny acorn he imagined Happy to be. He looked under bushes and behind logs, but found only ordinary leaves and stones. He sighed a little.
Just then, soft, gentle raindrops began to fall. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter on the leaves. Squeaky huddled under a big leaf, feeling a bit disappointed. This wasn't the sunny day he thought Happy should be on.
But then he saw Freddy Frog splashing happily in a puddle, and a little snail slowly gliding across a wet stone, looking perfectly content. The world smelled fresh and clean after the rain. Squeaky poked a paw out and felt the cool drops. It felt... nice.
He ran home through the damp forest, feeling cozy and safe even as the rain continued. He saw the warm, inviting light of his own tree home. Just seeing it made him feel warm inside.
When he scampered inside, Mama Squirrel wrapped him in a big, soft hug. "Oh, Squeaky," she murmured. "I'm so happy you're home." Squeaky buried his nose in her warm fur. This felt a lot like Happy.
That night, tucked safe in his bed, Squeaky thought about his day. Happy hadn't been one big, shiny thing. It was Barnaby's song, Rosie's sharing, the fresh rain, his cozy home, and Mama's hug.
Happy, Squeaky realized, wasn't just one thing to find. It was in lots of little moments, everywhere he looked, and especially in the warm feeling inside his own heart. And with that happy thought, Squeaky Squirrel drifted off to sleep.