The animals of the Glen were frightened. They huddled together and whispered, ‘What if the frost never melts? What if the spring never comes back?’” “Well,” Rabbit continued, “the Grand Oak heard their worries. And do you know what it did? “It opened its heart,” Rabbit said, her voice full of wonder. “Right there in the middle of winter, the Grand Oak let its great trunk split open, and inside was the warmest, cosiest hollow you could ever imagine. The bats fluttered in first, wrapping themselve