A Weasel named Ariette's Easy Peasy Omelet

A bedtime story by Maude Paquette (Mila Lune)

Ariette is a little weasel,And omelets make her smile and giggle!Her mommy makes them every day,In many different, tasty ways!

Sometimes it’s cheese, sometimes it’s ham,Or veggies chopped up by her hands.And on some days, oh what a treat—She mixes them all up to eat!She calls this dish, so rich and grand,"The Special Ariette"– oh, so planned!

One crisp fall morning, soft and bright,Ariette wakes up with delight.She stretches long, she sniffs the air—A yummy smell is drifting there!

From the kitchen, warm and sweet,The scent of eggs is such a treat.She wonders now, what will it be?

Slipping into her blue robe and her slippers adorned with tiny little hens, Ariette takes a deep sniff of the air.

Hmm, no! The omelet isn’t cheese!

She sniffs again.

Hmm, no! The omelet isn’t veggies!

She sniffs once more.

Hmm, no! The omelet isn’t ham!

She scrunches up her little snout, sniffing even harder, but she just can’t put her nose on what’s filling the house with such a delicious smell. Determined to solve the great mystery, Ariette the Weasel heads toward the kitchen.

— Good morning, Mommy! she chirps cheerfully.

— Good morning, Ariette, her mother replies in a small, stuffy voice.

Uh-oh! Ariette the Weasel, who loves her omelets, is suddenly worried! She quickly asks her mommy what’s wrong.

— I’m sick, Ariette. I have a big cold! her mother says, placing a plate with an omelet in front of her daughter.

— Ah-HA! exclaims Ariette. This morning, there’s no cheese in my omelet, no veggies, no ham. Oh, my poor mommy, you’re sick, and yet you still found the energy to make me an omelet!

— That’s right, my dear! her mother says with a smile. I call it: The Weasel names Ariette's Easy Peasy Omelet!