Ryers Readers - Acorn Was A Little Wild

Episode Date: September 21, 2022

Acorn had a passion for adventure! He gets a thrill out of everything in life; he is ALL IN for whatever life throws at him!

Before we get into the episode, I have a quick message for my friend Allie in Illinois. Hi, Allie. I received your message about your book request, but I'm having trouble finding which book you're talking about. Are you talking about a Mo Willem's Pigeon book? Or maybe do you have the author of the No Pigeons book you're requesting? Feel free to send me another voice message or email me, and I'm sure your grown-up can help with that. I'll talk to you soon. Let's do this. Thank you so much for tuning into today's story. Don't forget to rate and follow so you never miss out on all the Ryer's readers fun. Before we get into the story, do you want to know a fun fact? Did you know that squirrels

are really important in the spread and growth of oak trees? Squirrels love to collect and bury eggorns, but they don't remember where they buried every single one. Those lost and forgotten eggorns actually grow into new oak trees. If you look outside and find a big, strong oak tree, that tree used to be a tiny egg corn, a squirrel buried and forgot about. Pretty cool, huh? Okay, story time. Today, we are going to read, Eggcorn was a Little Wild by Jen Arena.

Corn was a wild little thing, pointy on one end and capped on the other. He was the first of his generation to jump off the tree. Don't do that, said Oak. Squirrels will get you. I don't care about squirrels. said Eggcorn, I just want to roll. And roll he did.

He liked the feel of the sun on his face and the wind against his cap. He even took to taunting the squirrels. Sure enough, just as Oak had warned, a squirrel got him. She scooped egg corn into her paws and scrambled up a tree. And egg corn loved it because egg corn was a wild little thing. He loved the thrill of the climb and the kick of bounding from branch to branch. The squirrel took a nibble of egg corn. Egg corn did not love that.

Wait a minute there, buddy! Before the squirrel could nibble anymore, a dog came along. And the dog and the squirrel barked back and forth until the squirrel forgot all about egg corn and dropped him. And the rush, man, the rush of falling from the tree! It was even better than when egg corn had jumped the first time from the oak. Egg corn hit the ground and rolled down the hill again. Look, no hand! He sat in the grass for days and days, and the rain came and pounded on his shell like a good Swedish massage.

And Eggcorn loved that because Eggcorn was wild in that way. A little bit to the right, please. Eventually, another squirrel found Eggcorn. Let's go, go, go! Egg corn cheered. I want to feel the wind against my cap. but the squirrel didn't carry him up a tree. The squirrel took egg corn and buried him deep in the ground, and that was no fun at all.

But after a while, Eggcorn noticed cool things going on down there. The worms were so chill, wiggling around and tickling him as they passed, and egg corn laughed when they laughed when they, did because even underground, Eggcorn was still a little wild. Egg corn had a lot of time to think in the dark.

He felt as if he was changing. He didn't quite understand because he'd been the same wild little egg corn for so long, but changing was an adventure, so egg corn was all in. After a while, Well, Eggcorn found himself stretching and stretching and pushing hard, and then he felt the sun for the first time in ages. Egg corn had grown out of his cap and popped right up through the ground.

And it was so cool. He liked it so much, he put down a few more roots and kept on growing. Day after day, week after week, month after month, year after year. Born hadn't lost his wild side. Sometimes he shook his leaves after a summer storm and rumble laughed when the squirrels got all wet. And if a fox did potty on his trunk, he dropped a stick on its noggin. He never told another egg corn, Don't do that.

He always said, go for it. And when the sun was low and the moon was high and the owls hooted in the night, he called all his friends together. And he loved every minute because egg corn was an oak, but still a little wild inside. The end.

Don't forget to stick around to see if you can answer today's paying attention question. Before you go, do you think you can answer today's paying attention question? When egg corn was buried underground, what was wiggling and tickling him that made him laugh? If your answer was the worms, you did it! Great job! You sure were paying him. attention. I hope you enjoyed that story. I wonder what we're going to read next.