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Stories at Timber Tale
Every piece at Timber Tale carries more than wood and craft — it carries a story.
Stories are the heart of our creations. They give meaning to each sculpture, turning it from a simple object into a companion, a reminder, or a whisper from nature.
We believe stories connect us — to ourselves, to each other, and to the world around us. That’s why every Timber Tale piece is born with its own tale.
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Fish In Belly Cat
Once, there was a year when the rivers dried up, and the little fish had nowhere to go. So, the cat let them hide in his belly, and his belly became the home of the little gold fishes.
Then one day, the rivers filled up again. But he didn’t tell the fishes.
he had gotten so used to them — their little bubbles, their soft swimming inside him.
And he didn’t want them to go.
Head In Bloom
She closes her eyes, gently —
to listen to the quiet within.
A little bird comes to rest on her head,
drawn by the warmth of her thoughts.
And slowly, from her stillness,
a garden begins to grow.
Not made of petals or roots,
but of dreams, hopes, and kindness.
Because when the mind is soft
and the heart is open,
even thoughts can blossom.
"What would bloom in your head,
if your thoughts took shape?"
Embrace Your Moon
She fell in love with the moon.
So she stretched herself — up and up — night after night,
believing that if she could just reach it, she would finally feel whole.
And one night, she did.
She embraced the moon with all her heart.
But when she looked closely…
she saw a familiar face reflected in its light.
It was her own.
That’s when she realized —
the light she had been chasing was always inside her.
She had fallen in love with herself.
Roots And Wings
She stands like a tree — strong, quiet, and full of life.
In her heart lives a little bird, and another rests gently on her head.
When her children are near, they nest in her heart, filling it with warmth and song.
But when they grow wings and fly away, the nest inside her empties…
and they settle in her thoughts instead.
A mother’s love never fades.
Even when her arms are empty, her mind and heart remain full —
forever carrying the weight of her children’s flight.
Mountain Spirit
They say she was shaped by time, not tools —
as if the wind carved her cheeks
The mountain raised her,
taught her to be quiet,
to stand tall,
and to carry her pain like a river runs through rock — slowly,
but always forward.
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She has no voice,
but you feel her when you’re near.
A kind of calm.
A kind of strength.
Like someone who has cried, healed,
and stayed kind.
Dear Cow
He always felt different — his horns never matched the other cows’.
Then one day, he met a deer with horns like his. She told him stories… about how once, a baby deer was left behind, and the cows raised it with love.
He thought with himself who about if it is my story ?
He brought her flowers every day, though he never found the courage to give them.
And he knew — when her herd returned, she would leave.
Mac Penny Penguin
Penny was a penguin who set out for the North Pole… but lost his way and landed in Scotland.
At first, he missed the white snow, but soon he fell in love with the green hills, the rain and the music.
Then he met the Scottish people. They laughed, joked, and welcomed him warmly. He thought to himself: maybe it was their kindness, their jokes, and their warmth that melted the ice… and turned their land green and full of life
One day, he decided to give himself a new name:
Mac Penny Penguin — the penguin who found home in Scotland.