The little bunny hops through the rain-washed forest. Ears twitch at every rustle in the leaves.
A tiny chirp hides beneath a soggy fern. One wing bends sideways—something is wrong.
She gently scoops it up. ‘I’ll help you.’ But wobble—off she goes into a puddle.
Lily laughs, dabs the head with a dry leaf. Shake! Splash everywhere—white tummy gets wet.
Three paths tried: over roots, through moss, beside stream—each time the chick hops away.
Suddenly—the chick looks up! High in the oak tree, a nest glints with one blue feather.
Mother swooshs down. Nuzzles cheek. Lifts baby safely home. Lily feels lighter.
Back in sunlight, hop-hop-hop. Everything quiet now. Safe.
