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In a forest, there once was was a very curious 

little raccoon. Little Raccoon loved to play. She 

played in the river bed and in the tall, tall trees. 

She played with her forest friends and her 

family too.

One day, a curious thought came into her little 

head.

She wanted to thank the Mother Earth for all 

that she had given her. For Mother Earth gave 

her the ground beneath her paws, the water 

that she drank, the friends that she played 

with, the trees that she climbed, and the food 

that she ate.

But Little Raccoon did not know how.

Along came the sly Mr. Fox. Mr. Fox always 

thought that he knew best but this was not 

always true.

Mr. Fox saw Little Raccoon in the forest and 

asked her, "Why do you look so confused Little 

Raccoon?"

"I want to thank the Mother Earth," she replied, 

"but I don't know how."

"Well you burst into song of course!" exclaimed 

the sly Mr. Fox. "But not just any song, Little 

Raccoon, a verrrrrrryyy special one."

"A song? A verrrrrrryyy special song?" puzzled 

Little Raccoon.

"Yes Little Raccoon. I, being Mr. Fox, know 

many things. Come close and I will whisper 

these secrets in your ear," he said with smirk.

Little Raccoon did as she was told. She tip-toed 

her way very close to Mr. Fox. So close that her 

ear was right next to his mouth.

"I'M KIDDING! I will not tell you!" yelled Mr. 

Fox with a booming voice so loud that it made 

the young raccoon jump.

And with that, the sly Mr. Fox scampered into 

the forest chuckling, leaving Little Raccoon 

quite startled. 

But Little Raccoon knew something she did not 

know before. She could thank the Mother Earth 

through a song.

But she did not know which song she should 

sing.

The young raccoon then remembered what her 

mother had taught her, "!f you are ever lost or 

have many questions seek the wisest animal of 

the forest for he can help you find the 

answers." 

Little Raccoon knew what she had to do. She 

had to go and find Wise Elder Owl.  

Wise Elder Owl was the holder of oral tradition. 

He had the knowledge that his parents, 

grandparents, great-grandparents, great-great-

grandparents, great-great-great-(and many 

more greats)-great-grandparents had. 

For they had all shown each other the truths of 

the forest and its animals and passed that down 

through the generations. 

If anyone knew what song Little Raccoon 

should sing it was Wise Elder Owl.

Little Raccoon looked near the river bed, on the 

forest floor, and after some more searching 

found Wise Elder Owl in the tallest tree in the 

forest.

"Hello Little Raccoon, what are you wondering 

about in that curious little mind of yours?" 

asked Wise Elder Owl.

Little Raccoon explained to Wise Elder Owl of all 

the things she wanted to thank the Mother 

Earth for and how the sly 

Mr. Fox told her to sing a song.

"Why can't I sing just any song, Wise Elder 

Owl, why does the song have 

to be verrrrrrrryyy special?" 

asked the curious young raccoon.

"Little Raccoon, songs are sacred," told Wise 

Elder Owl, "That means that they are special 

and have a purpose. There must be a reason 

why we sing. Our songs can be of 

thankfulness, of celebration, of asking, and of 

many other things."

"Will you teach me the song to sing?" asked 

Little Raccoon hopefully.

"TRA-LA-LEE-LA-LOU-LA-DO-LA-DOOP!" sang 

sly Mr. Fox as he burst through the trees with 

that familiar smirk on his face.

"Whatever are you doing Mr. Fox?" asked the 

owl.

"I am singing the song the young raccoon 

wants sing!" proclaimed the sly fox.

"You are?" Little Raccoon asked excitedly.

"No, young raccoon, Mr. Fox is not singing the 

right song," chuckled Wise Elder Owl.

"Why does it matter the song that I sing?" 

scoffed Mr. Fox.

Little Raccoon piped up, "Because songs are 

sacred Mr. Fox!"

"Why don't you join us and learn what we are 

learning," beckoned Wise Elder Owl.

Mr. Fox reluctantly joined them.

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