This is a story I wrote for my 3 year old nephew.
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Once upon a time in a forest, there lived a squirrel that was looking at himself in the stream and suddenly stated:

“I just don’t understand why did God give me such a big, brown tail and sharp buck teeth?” The Squirrel pouted. “I wish I were a Mouse. Then, I could have round big ears and a thin sleek tail.”

“Oh no, you wouldn’t,” called the Mouse. “I have never liked my big ears or skinny little tail. I wish I could be a Pretty Little Bird.”
The Pretty Little Bird said, “You may think you’d like to be a pretty bird, but actually I would like to be an Owl so I could have spotted feathers and yellow eyes to see at night.”

“But, oh dear me, you would not want to be an Owl. I have very big eyes and all of the little creatures are afraid of me. I would like to be a Fox so I could have I soft, beautiful red coat and a long bushy tail with a little bit of white at the tip.”

The Fox yipped, “But you actually wouldn’t want to be a Fox. You see, I have many enemies that try to hunt me. I wish I didn’t have such bright red coat because sometimes my enemies can find me and sometimes my tail gets too wet. I wish I were a Boy because I could walk on two feet and could ride on a bike. Oh, if I could only be a Boy,” said the Fox.

Suddenly, a Boy entered the forest with his Father. The Boy looked up at a tree and spotted the Squirrel. “Wow!” the Boy exclaimed. “If only I could be like a squirrel and climb big trees.”
The Squirrel gasped. Like me? He wondered. Who would want to be like me?

The Father put his hand on the Boy’s shoulder. The Boy looked up at his Father. “Don’t say that, Son,” said the Father. “God made you just as you are and has given you special talents that only you, as a Boy, can do.”

The Boy smiled. “Oh yeah, like when I sing at church. That squirrel can’t do that.” But suddenly, the smile left the Boy’s face. “But a squirrel can still climb big trees. I can only climb little ones.”

The Father bent down and looked the Boy in his face. “Son, a squirrel cannot talk or ride a bike or do his schoolwork or even open a door. But, it can tell people of God’s glory.”

“How?” asked the Boy.

“By showing them how they climb, how they gather food, or even how they take care of their young. All life brings God glory. It even says in scripture: If you will not praise me, the rocks and mountains will. Do you understand now, Son?”

The Boy nodded. “I think so. I can give God’s glory by doing things that please him, like when I obey you and Mother and when I share my things with Baby Lilly. Right?”

“Right,” said the Father. “Now come on, your mother is probably fixing dinner.”

“Yea!” The Son exclaimed. The Son took his Father’s hand and they both walked home.

The sun was setting and the Squirrel looked to the sky and said a little prayer:

“Dear LORD, thank you for making me a Squirrel, and not a Mouse, or a Pretty Bird, or an Owl, or a Fox or even a Boy. I thank you for making me a Squirrel so I can glorify you.
In Jesus’ Name, Amen.”

That night, the Squirrel leapt in his cozy little home in a tree, happy that he was indeed, a squirrel.