✨ The Nut Chronicles Part 5 ✨

The Nut Chronicles, Part V: The Acorn Gambit

 

The tunnel didn’t end — it erupted.

With a pop of moss and a wheeze of startled fungus, Thimblegruff, Pibbinook, and Quendalith were suddenly face-first in a clearing they’d never seen before. A circle of gnarled trees arched overhead like ancient jaws, and at the center sat…

A stash.

Not their stash.

A stash ten times the size.

Towering piles of acorns, hazelnuts, beechnuts, and mysterious crunchy orbs of unknown origin glistened in the filtered light. It was the Grand Hoard, the whispered legend of squirrelfolk, passed down in teeth-gnawed tales.

And guarding it — with one foot on a pecan throne — was a squirrel like no other.

She was sleek. She was scarred. She had one ear permanently tilted at a rakish angle and a belt of sharpened nutshells.

“Thimblegruff,” Pibbinook whispered. “It’s… Nibs the Gnawless.”

“You know her?”

“She once took on a magpie and won.”

Quendalith hovered behind them, clearly rethinking this entire journey.

Nibs spoke. “I knew the spiral would send trouble. But I didn’t think it’d send you two snack bandits.”

“We didn’t come to steal!” Pibbinook protested.

“We came for answers!” Thimblegruff added. “And maybe, just one almond. To-go.”

Nibs narrowed her eyes. “This hoard isn’t just food. It’s balance. Every nut placed by paw, snout, or spell. You tip it — you tip the realm.”

The ground trembled. The hoard shimmered.

Quendalith cleared his throat. “I believe this is what the spiral wanted you to see. That hoarding is… delicate work. And not without consequence.”

There was a long, tense pause.

Then Thimblegruff stepped forward.

“Then let us help you protect it.”

Nibs blinked.

“You?” she scoffed. “You two walk-in disasters?”

“Every nut miscounted. Every stash missorted. We’ve made those mistakes. Maybe we’re the only ones who know how to guard it.”

Pibbinook straightened. “Also, we’re very fast.”

A silence followed — broken only by a single peanut slowly toppling from the hoard.

Nibs sighed.

“Fine. But you start on watch shift. And if either of you touch the Marcona almonds again, I’ll end you.”

“Fair,” they chorused.

As the sun filtered through the trees, the three squirrels — Nibs, Thimblegruff, and Pibbinook — took their places around the perimeter of the Grand Hoard.

It wasn’t the ending they’d expected.

But it might be the beginning of something even better.

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Epilogue

Squirrels of the Spiral

Weeks passed. Or maybe days. Time moved oddly in the spiral’s shadow, and Quendalith’s pocket watch had long since surrendered to sap and existential confusion.

But one thing was certain: Thimblegruff & Pibbinook were thriving.

Not as hoarders (though technically they had established a “small, entirely harmless emergency snack trove” behind the leftmost oak root). But as guardians. Balancers. Observers of Nutflow.

They now wore tiny belts made of twine and bottle caps. They ran drills. They chased off magpies. They patrolled the perimeter of the Grand Hoard with a mix of chaotic energy and surprising diligence. And sometimes, late at night, they whispered of future glories: a squirrel school, a crunchy academy, maybe even a nut-based diplomatic envoy.

Quendalith returned once to check on them.

He found the hoard intact, the balance humming, and the two scamps curled in a treetop hammock fashioned from an abandoned sock and dreams.

“Will they be alright?” he asked Nibs, who was sharpening her pecan throne.

“They’ll be squirrels,” she replied. “Which is about as close to alright as anything gets around here.”

And with that, the spiral glowed once more — not with warning, but with quiet approval.

 

Balance, it seemed, had room for a little mischief after all.

 

 

 

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