Deep in a quiet forest full of sensible creatures and sensible homes, there lives one creature who is anything but sensible. His name is Horatio Plum-a soft, round, dusty-purple little being with a patched vest, wondering eyes, and a habit of collecting things no one else wants.Horatio doesn't collect shiny treasures or useful tools...He collects what others throw away.Bent spoons. Chipped marbles. Broken shells. Tangled string. Forgotten buttons.To the animals of Thistlewood Forest, it's all junk.To Horatio, every piece holds a story-and a future.The forest animals whisper and point. They laugh, they judge, and they keep their distance. Horatio doesn't understand why no one else can see what he sees-but he keeps collecting anyway, quietly content in his own gentle way.Then one night, a terrible storm tears through Thistlewood.Homes are destroyed. Nests are lost. The forest is left cold, broken, and afraid.And suddenly, the very things everyone mocked-the broken, the bent, the discarded-become exactly what the forest needs.As Horatio shares his uncommon collection, teacups become rooftops, string becomes strength, scraps become shelter, and a lonely forest begins to heal. Along the way, the animals discover something even more powerful than rebuilding their homes: they learn to see Horatio-and the world-differently.By the time the forest stands whole again, nothing looks quite the same.And no one does either.Because sometimes the things we call "junk"...and the ones we call "strange"...are just waiting for someone willing to look a little closer.