Everything felt peaceful and enjoyable but then, there was a soft, hollow echo behind her. She turned and saw a small, accessible hole in the trunk of an old tree.

“Could this be a hidden tunnel?” she wondered. Interested, Heather padded over. But the hole was too small for her round, fluffy body.

She tried to wiggle through the tunnel but it was impossible! “This tree is too tight, but the tunnel looks too incredible to ignore,” she said.

She took a sturdy stick to clear away some branches and push aside soft bark. The entrance grew wider and soon became suitable for a careful crawl.

Inside, the air was cool and slightly dusty. A faint light made the path just visible enough to explore. Heather shifted slowly. The tunnel twisted. Clink! Her paw hit something hard.

She looked closer and gasped. It was a pile of collectible, shiny discs! They sparkled like silver moons.

“These must have value,” she whispered. “They are totally remarkable!”

Snap! The strap on her backpack broke. It had become too heavy. “There are too many discs to carry without a stronger bag!” she said.

She sat down to think. She was not going to give up. She was flexible, clever, and totally unstoppable. She got vines from nearby trees to extend the strap and tied it tighter.

Now her bag was workable and dependable again. Heather returned to her comfortable den with her new discs.

She washed the discs and set them on her shelf. From that day on, Heather became a proud collector. She made every adventure memorable and handled her treasures with care. She was always responsible and reliable.