Little Sophie the Stoat found many different footprints on the path, which had turned soft after the rain. Each footprint went in a different direction, and they all sparkled in the light. I wonder who these belong to? she asked curiously.

There were long, large prints at the edge of the road. Just then, Benny the Rabbit came hopping over to her. Those are my prints! My back feet are very long, he said with a happy laugh.

Little Sophie put her own tiny paw next to Benny’s footprint. The rabbit's print was huge, while the stoat's print was very small. Look how different we are! Sophie said.

A little further along, they saw triangle-shaped lines joined together. Dilly the Duckling waddled out of a puddle with a happy Quack, quack! My webbed feet are wonderful for swimming in the water, she said.

Benny’s long print and Dilly’s webbed print looked so different side-by-side. One was thin and long, and the other was wide and flat. The two friends looked at the tracks with wonder.

Small prints that looked like little stars appeared from between the bushes. Spike the Hedgehog slowly walked toward them. My toes look like tiny dots, he whispered.

Dilly’s wide print and Spike’s star print were very different. One was a full footprint in the mud, while the other was just the marks of tiny toes. The garden was full of so many friends!

At the bottom of a tree, there were very light prints with clear claw marks. Nutty the Squirrel glided down from a branch. I am very light, so my prints sit gently on the soil, he said.

Spike’s star prints and Nutty’s clawed prints were all mixed together. But if you looked closely, it was easy to see which one belonged to whom. Everyone was being very observant.

At the end of the path, hard, heart-shaped prints made of two parts appeared. Dash the Fawn walked gracefully toward them. My hooves are hard, so I leave deep marks in the ground, he said.

They looked at Nutty’s tiny print and Dash’s big print. One was as light as a feather, and the other was as solid as a stone. They all gathered to count the different tracks.

All the friends stood by the path and looked at their footprints. Sophie said, Every footprint is different, but we are all friends of the same garden. Looking at our differences helps us know each other better.