Timo woke beneath a broad fern, his small round body stretching slowly as he blinked his big gentle eyes. The forest felt cool, peaceful, and every leaf danced in the morning breeze. With a soft smile, Timo took a deep breath and began his daily walk.

Each morning, Timo made his slow journey to the berry tree, enjoying the soft moss underfoot. He always looked up, searching for the brightest berry, and picked just one to savor. "One berry is enough," he would say, smiling at the quiet world around him.

On this morning, when Timo arrived, he paused. The berry was not there. He looked left, then right, his calm eyes scanning the soft earth. "Oh," he whispered softly. "My berry is missing."

Timo did not panic or hurry. He took a slow breath, letting the quiet fill him. "I will look carefully," he said, his voice steady. He lifted a leaf, peered behind a root, and searched with gentle patience.

After looking all around, Timo glanced down. There, just beside his foot, lay the missing berry. Its skin gleamed, untouched, waiting for him. "The berry was here all along," he said calmly, his smile returning.

Timo picked up the berry carefully and ate it slowly, enjoying each tiny bite. "One berry is enough," he said again, feeling happy and calm. All around, the forest seemed to smile with him, its quiet joy matching his own gentle heart.