The winter biscuit thief

It was a quiet winter evening and the snow was falling softly from the sky like stardust. Deep in the snowy forest, where the trees glistened golden and the air smelled of magic, lived a curious little weasel called Piko. Piko was known for his sparkling eyes and insatiable appetite for adventure - and cookies!

One day, just before Christmas, Piko sniffed something tempting in the frosty air: the warm, sweet smell of freshly baked cookies. He toddled through the snow on his little paws, followed the scent and finally found a small hut with golden light shimmering from the window. There, on a plate in front of the fireplace, was the most magnificent cookie Piko had ever seen: round, large and with huge pieces of chocolate.

“A cookie like from a dream,” whispered Piko, barely able to resist. But Piko was clever - he knew that people provided cookies for special guests like Santa Claus. “Maybe I can just try a very small bite ...”

Piko carefully climbed through the open window and reached for the cookie. But the moment he touched it, the room began to sparkle! Golden dust floated through the air and the fir branches shone like stars. The cookie was no ordinary cookie - it was a magic cookie!

“Whoever steals the magic cookie,” whispered the wind, ”will become part of the Christmas magic.” Piko looked at his paws, which were now glistening, and at the cookie, which sparkled just as golden as the snow outside. A faint smile crossed his face and he knew that he wouldn't keep this cookie for himself - he wanted to put it back and keep the magic.

But when Santa Claus came the next morning, he not only found the magic cookie, but also a small, sleeping weasel holding the cookie tightly in its paws. Santa laughed heartily and said: “For such a brave heart, the magic is now yours!”

Since that day, it is said that a little weasel scurries through the snow on the deepest winter nights - a guardian of the magic that preserves the true spirit of Christmas.