Twinkle the Unicorn and the Marshmallow Scare!

In the land of Puff Hill, where the sweet flowers grow, Lived a unicorn, Twinkle, with hooves white as snow. She picked soft marshmallows from bushes and trees, And toasted them gently on warm, sunny breeze. She made marshmallow towers, so fluffy and high, And smiled at the clouds floating pink in the sky. But then came a BOUNCE—and a SLIP and a bump! She tumbled and rolled with a loud jelly thump! “Oh no!” Twinkle cried. “Now I’m lost in the trees! Where’s the sweet marshmallow tree that I need?” She sniffed and she wandered—then crunch! underfoot, A squirrel popped out with his nose in the soot! “I’m Chip,” said the squirrel. “You look in a muddle! The forest gets tricky when trees start to shuffle!” They marched past some jelly, and dark fizzy foam, But soon they both felt… they were far, far from home. Then—crack! went a branch. Something big gave a growl. A shadow came closer with a snort and a scowl... “WHO TOOK MY MELLOW?!” the monster did roar, “I smelt it from miles—now give me some more!” Twinkle stepped back, heart beating fast, But Chip stayed calm—he acted fast. He tossed up a mallow—so puffy and sweet, The monster caught it and stomped its big feet! “Yum!” said the beast. “You may now go. The tree you want’s near the rootbeer flow!” They ran through the forest, then what did they see? The fluffiest, puffiest marshmallow tree! They toasted and munched in the soft sunset light, Then giggled and talked all through the night. So if you hear growls in the woods full of sweets, Don’t worry too much—it just wants some treats!