The Story
The Fern Who Was Afraid.
Deep in the forest, under a fallen log, a little fern spent the winter curled up tight as a fiddlehead. When spring came all the other plants stretched out, but the little fern stayed curled.
"I am afraid," said the fern. "What if I unfurl and the frost comes back?" The fox came by and sniffed. The finches came and fluttered. But the fern stayed tight.
At last a soft wind came through the forest and blew gently, fff, fff, warm as breath. "Fear not," whispered the wind. "The frost is gone. Stand up tall."
So the fern stood up, a straight stem reaching to the light. Then out came one frond at the very top, and out came another frond in the middle, reaching toward the warm wind.
From that day on, the fern was the tallest in the glade. And whenever the wind blew through her, she whispered back its sound: fff, fff, thank you, wind.