Seeing his mother reading in the study, the panda rushed to the living room, took her phone, and raced to his bedroom.
“Mila! Mila!” The squeaky cries echoed through Mila’s ears. “Wake up Mila! Wake up!” Mila opened his eyes.
Sparky went closer to where the voice came from but didn’t see anyone nearby. Who was calling out for help?
Three families of birds lived on a tree. Their homes were at different parts of the tree, some higher, some lower.
‘No, my child, no! The morning began a while ago. Something must be wrong, which is why there is darkness in our home.
‘Ah, what am I supposed to say! I have become fed up with people. They do not treat me well’,
Whilst humming to himself, the brown monkey put the fruit in a basket and was returning back to his home.
‘Why is my big friend looking so sad? Are you stressed about something?’ asked the Little Monkey, coming down from a tree.
‘What have you done? They were my children,’ cried Omera the Owl, shaking her wings in a chaotic flutter,
