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Follow your friends.

Follow your heart.

Follow a monkey through a forest.

Follow a monster through a cave.

Follow the path you see before you.

Follow your beliefs.

Fight for them when needed.

Follow joy and the path home after the ride.

Then follow all over again.

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He is a young boy, at home with his parents and brothers

and sisters. It was a summer’s day. He was sitting on the

floor in his room, when his older brother approached him

with an elephant by his side. A big and impressive figure, the

elephant was. He looked riendly, a bit crazy, and had thick,

grey elephant skin. A mirror and a clock were attached to

his ront legs with blue cloth bands – the mirror lef and the

clock right – rom his perspective.“Tis is Mr. Jacob” his brother said, “Here, you should have

him.”

It didn’t take long until a strong riendship ormed between

our boy and Mr. Jacob the elephant, as i they had known

each other or years. Tey ofen shared the same thoughts,

although Mr. Jacob’s were always more intense than his. It

didn’t take long beore he told Mr. Jacob about her.

“She lives close by; she is beautiul and unny. She smells

nice and has sof hair that waves in the wind.”

“We will ask her to come with us,” Mr. Jacob said. Our boy

looked up, excited;

“o come where?” he asked.

“On our adventure.”

Te next morning, our boy and Mr. Jacob woke up early

and prepared or the journey. o reach the girl’s house they

had to pass the neighbor’s land; a big field with grass, bushes

and trees. A seemingly minor task, except or the rumored

bearwol that guarded the land. o get to her house, they

would have to be swif to avoid being spotted by the vicious

beast.

As they approached, they looked over the stone ence that

separated their parcel rom the neighbour’s, counted to

three and ran as ast as they could towards the opposite side.

Halway across the field was a tree, where they rushed towards

and abruptly halted. All right then; they had both made it this

ar. Slowly, our boy peeked out rom behind the tree to see i he

could spot the bearwol. He held his breath.

Te beast appeared to be sleeping on the other end o the field.

Tey were lucky. Tey counted to three again and ran across

the field, jumped the ence and ducked down immediately;quiet as a mouse; listening i they had awoken the bearwol.

But there was nothing to be heard o the beast. Only the

sounds o birds, bees and o the wind gushing through the

bushes and trees. Our boy and Mr. Jacob looked at each other

with a big grin.

“ake your time to enjoy the good things,” Mr. Jacob said. As

they stood up, they saw her house appear between the trees.

It was the last one on the street, overlooking the grass fields

rom the hill. Tey ran to the southern side o the house,

climbed on a wooden bench and rang the metal bell; their

secret signal. Te bell was decorated with a tiny chicken on

top, and could be heard through the whole neighborhood, yet

only they knew what it meant. Whenever they rang it, theywould meet at the ar end o the hill, at the wooden ence o

her house’s garden.

Our boy and Mr. Jacob made their way through the bushes.

He was excited to have her meet his new riend Mr. Jacob, and

slightly anxious o her answer to join their adventure. Tey

arrived at the spot, and waited impatiently until she arrived.Suddenly, she appeared rom behind the bushes. “Hey.” “Hey,”

she replied. “Tis is my riend Mr. Jacob,” he said, “We are

going on an adventure now. Will you join us?” She smiled.



“Which way do we go?” she asked.

“Tat way,” Mr. Jacob responded with his trunk, pointing

down the hill. Tey ran down all the way to the oot o the

hill as ast as they could, the wind blowing in their aces.

When they finally reached the bottom, they were completely

out o breath. Mr. Jacob laughed.

“Climb on my back,” he said, “You will have a nice view

rom up here.”

Te earth became dryer the urther they traveled, cracking

slightly with every step. Tey were both on Mr. Jacob’s back,

moving steadily through the high grass. It was soothing.

Our boy reached back with his hand; she grabbed it. Her

hand elt sof. Te sun shone warm in his ace... but his

stomach grew even warmer.

On the horizon, a large tree with red spots emerged. As

they came closer to the tree, they discovered it was filled

with enormous raspberries.

“Ah, the Giant Fruit ree,” Mr. Jacob declared, “Every year

this big tree grows a different ruit, ar larger than any

normal plant would. Tey say the highest ruit gives special

powers to the one who eats it.” She reacted immediately,“Well, what are we waiting or? Let’s get it!” Our boy

hesitated,

“It looks too high,” he replied. But she had a plan,

“You stand on top o Mr. Jacob, I will sit on your shoulders.”

Tey did just that and stretched as ar as they could to reach

the raspberry.

“I got it!” she shouted. Tey climbed down to examine the

treasure; it was beautiul and about the size o a grown

man’s fist. Tey decided not to eat it. Which one o them

would have the privilege anyway? Instead, they kept it sae,

because it was special.

As they moved on, the landscape gradually changed rom

open fields to trees and bushes. Te sound o water emerged

and became louder as they walked urther through the

orest. Tey arrived at a riverside and immediately spotted

a big old tree with large, thick branches hanging over the

water. On the lowest branch, there was a figure.

“Tere is someone there,” the girl whispered. As they camecloser, they got a better look. He looked like some sort o

monkey, with a mallard-like beak, resting on the branch.

As they approached, he looked up.

“Mr. Jacob!” he shouted with a big smile on his ace, “My

old riend, is that you?”

“Good to see you, my riend!” Mr. Jacob answered, “What

are you doing so ar out in these lands?” Promptly, the

smile turned into a concerned rown. He welcomed our

boy and the girl, and offered some o his collected nuts and

ruits. As they sat down to rest and fill their stomachs, they

listened to his story.

“I come rom a big city called Mountain City, the capitol o

our lands,” he explained, “A great metropolitan city, built

upon a small mountain, ull o wonderul creatures wholived their lives in peace. However, the Crow, a powerul

and dangerous figure, and his gang o emus took over

control o the city, now tormented by violence and horror.”

He paused. “Tey plundered our houses or jewels; he took

my ather’s watch.” “Anyone who stood up against the Crow

was imprisoned, or worse.” “Many creatures, including me,

fled rom the city, earing or their lives. Since then, the

Crow’s gang has grown larger; patrolling everywhere in the

city, in the woods, and lands around it.”

Our boy, Mr. Jacob and the girl listened quietly and with



great attention.

He continued. “Tankully, there is hope. An underground

coalition o creatures rom all over the lands are secretly

planning a rebellion to take back Mountain City, to get

rid o the Crow and his gruesome gang, and to bring back

peace.”

“Tere is a hideout in the swampy orest, not ar rom the

city; a place that looks just like a hill rom aar, but secretly

shelters reugees rom the city. Tat is where He is, and rom

where we plan to take back the control o the city and ree

our riends rom prison. However, the Crow is intelligent

and fierce. Many have tried fighting him and ailed. I was

on my way to the hideout o the rebellion,” he said. “I know

it is a lot to ask, but we could use all the help we can get.

Will you help us?”

Our boy, Mr. Jacob and the girl looked at each other and

knew what to do. Tey decided to help him get to the

hideout and to bring back peace. He thanked them dearly

and said “Now you understand.” He paused, “You should

know this symbol.” He put his hands together and created acircle, with his thumbs down and his other fingers up. “Tis

is the symbol o the rebellion,” he said, “I you are ever lost,

or in danger, you might find a riend with it. It is a circle

that unites those who understand; a circle o riends.”

He went on, “o reach the hideout, we will have to travel a

long road that starts on the other side o the river.” Tey all

looked across the water. A dark orest lay ahead. “Tat orest

is filled with the Crow’s spies, and is almost impossible to

cross at daytime without being seen. At night, however, the

spies hide in their wooden cabins, because that is when

the other creatures come to lie. Tere are many tales and

old legends about people disappearing during the night

in that orest.” Tey debated or a moment, but arrived at

a unanimous conclusion: the dark path with unknown

danger would still be a better choice than risking detection

by the Crow’s spies. Tey would embark at nightall.



It was pitch black. No one could see anything. Tey hadlanded on a hard surace and were surrounded by a thick

and dark cloud o dust.

“Is everyone alright?” Mr. Jacob asked. One by one, they all

confirmed.

“I can’t see anything,” the girl said.

“Let’s stay quiet until the dust settles,” the monkey said.

No one dared speak afer that. A moment passed, when thesilence was gradually broken by strange echoing sounds

coming rom every direction.

“What is that sound?” our boy asked.

“Stone Frogs,” the monkey creature answered. “I am araid

I might know where we are.”



Slowly, the dust settled and they could now get a sense otheir surroundings. Te monkey-like creature said:

“I’ve heard o his place. We must be in the Quandary Caves.

Tey say a dangerous beast lives ar below the surace o

this deep labyrinth.” Tey looked around, and immense

halls o rock and glowing plants revealed themselves. It was

breathtakingly beautiul.

“We have to find a way out o here”, the girl said quickly.But our boy and Mr. Jacob were still mesmerized by the

colossal chambers they had stumbled upon.

“Watch out or the Stone Frogs,” the monkey creature said,

“I have never seen a violent one, but we will be saer i we

keep our distance.” He continued, “Legend has it they can

turn objects and even people into stone.” Our boy looked at

the stony amphibians, imagining their abilities.

“Let’s go then,” the girl repeated while grabbing our boy’s

hand. Suddenly, shrill screeches echoed rom above. As

they looked up, a flock o flying mice flew by, fluttering to

another hall.

“Flying mice,” the monkey said, “Tey are not rom here.

Tat means there must be a way out o these caves.” Te girl

led the way, looking or an exit, i they would ever find one.

She was acting different than usual, our boy and Mr. Jacobnoticed, as i she was lost in her own thoughts.

Tey walked around or what seemed like an eternity,

unable to find a hint o an exit. Every so ofen, the flock o

flying mice flew over high above. Our boy was wondering

what they where doing here. Te group went deeper and

deeper in the cave, when suddenly they heard a loud, low-

pitched cry echoing through the caves.

“Te monster,” said the monkey creature startled. Tey

shivered.

“We should run!” said the girl.“Wait,” said our boy, “Tat doesn’t sound angry, that

sounds… sad.” He moved closer to the sound.

“Tis is not a good idea,” said the monkey creature. Tey

hesitantly ollowed our boy deeper in the cave as they

approached the mumbled crying sound. As they made

their way around a large boulder, they saw it lying there; an

immense, terriying monster.

“Why are you crying?” our boy asked. Te crew trembled

rom ear, by the size and reputation o the beast. Slowly

he turned around. A big sigh escaped rom his enormous

nostrils, blowing air in our group’s aces.

“Why are you crying?” our boy repeated sofly. Te monster

lay down again, with his big eyes looking at the boy standing

in ront o him, while the rest o our group still hid behind

the boulder.

“I alone,” he spoke. He looked miserable, and as scary as his

appearance was, he was not violent.

“Maybe we should give him the raspberry,” Mr. Jacob

suggested. “It might cheer him up.” Hesitantly they gave it

to him. Te monster grabbed their treasure, turned around

and started eating it. Moments later he turned back around,with the brightest smile on his ace.

“Friends,” he said.

“Yes... riends,” our boy replied.

“Why are you here alone?” Mr. Jacob asked the beast. With

broken speech, the monster explained his story.

Many years ago as a little orphan creature, he lived in

Mountain city. Until one day, when he got in a fight with a

dark bird that stole rom him, beat him and dragged him

out o the city - telling him never to come back.



“Gold blind,” he said. He ran and ran, away rom the city,until he ell through the ground and landed here in the

Quandary Caves. He has been living here with the stone

rogs ever since, araid to go outside.

“Do you know the way out o these caves?” the monkey

asked. Te monster nodded.

“A dark bird scared me away rom my home as well,” themonkey creature explained, “But we are on a journey to

chase him away or once and or all; only we ell in these

caves and cannot find a way out. Will you help us to get

out?” the monkey asked. Te monster smiled, filled with

purpose, and nodded.

“Tank you,” our boy said. Te beast led the way through

the tunnels and halls, up, through the darkness, until

finally, light and resh air welcomed them back into the

outside world.

“We made it!” Mr. Jacob said happily. “A thousand thanks,”

he said to the monster.

“Please, come with us. You have the right to come back to

Mountain City,” the monkey said. Te monster shook his

head and spoke “Cave home.”

“We understand, riend,” Mr. Jacob said, “One day we shallmeet again.”

“Friend,” the monster said as he turned around and

disappeared into the darkness o the cave.



As they were finally outside in the resh air again, itgradually started to rain.

“We ound the path,” the monkey said, “We just have to

keep heading east, then we will find the hideout.” Tey were

about to continue their journey, when suddenly a figure

appeared rom between the trees. As it came closer, our boy

could see what it was. It was a deer running towards them

at ull speed. He looked strong and had many scars.“I am here to take you with me, little girl,” he spoke. “We

are moving away rom these lands to a place ar rom here.

We must go now.” Our boy looked wonderstruck at the girl.

“I have to go,” she said. She climbed on the deer’s back,

and they ran off in the woods. And just like that, they

disappeared, leaving the boy, Mr. Jacob and their monkey

riend stunned. We would never see her again.

Sad, angry and filled with disbelie, what was lef o the

group continued their journey to the hideout.

“Come on, we should make haste! A storm is coming,” the

monkey creature said as he led the way. Te clouds turned

darker and the pathway turned to mud. Tey ollowed the

path through the rain, when suddenly our boy heard a loud

bang and a screech. He closed his eyes in ear, and once heopened them again he saw his monkey riend stuck in a net.

Tey were surrounded by the emus, a terriying group o

the worst birds in the lands. Tey had been with the Crow

since the beginning.

“We have been looking or you, filthy ape. You are coming

with us.” Tey grabbed the monkey creature and took him

to the city to be imprisoned. A flying mouse landed on the

shoulder o the biggest emu. Tey must have been spying

in the caves or the Crow, and alarmed about the monkey’s

whereabouts.

“Let’s go,” the biggest emu said to his gang, and they lefwith our riend to Mountain City, leaving our boy and Mr.

Jacob crushed.

Our boy and his elephant riend were now alone in the rain,

in an unknown land, on an unknown path. Tey wandered

urther down the trail until they came to a crossroad. One

way led east towards the hideout, wherever that may be,

and the other way led towards home. Our boy crasheddown on the ground, with his hands and knees in the mud.

Mr. Jacob sat down next to him. Our boy thought, “Maybe

we should just go home; this is not our land, this is not our

fight. I do not even know where Mountain City is.”

“What now?” he asked his elephant riend. Mr. Jacob could

not answer. Te rain was pouring down, ticking on the

mirror and the clock.



Our boy thought back on the journey: riding with her onMr. Jacob’s back, meeting their newmonkey riend, crossing

the dark orest, the Night Flowers, the cave with the Stone

Frogs, the monster. His heart ached thinking about it.

“We have to help our riend,” he said to his companion.

“But how?” he thought. Suddenly he remembered what

the monster had said in the cave: “Gold blind.” He did notunderstand it at the time but it started to make sense now.

Te bird that scared the gentle beast away rom the city all

those years ago might have been the Crow. Te bird had

stolen rom him, he said, and the Crow also stole the watch

rom the monkey. Gold blind.

“Te Crow is blinded by his craving or gold. Tat is his

weakness!” our boy blurted out.

“We must tell this to the rebellion.”

Tunder crashed and Mr. Jacob jumped up, scared. Our

boy looked at his reflection in the mirror, and saw his wet

ace. Suddenly he noticed the clock.

“I we go now, we might still make it to the hideout beore

nightall.” Mr. Jacob nodded firmly. Tey continued the

journey and ollowed the path. But night ell quickly andthey did not find the hideout. At the edge o the swampy

orest they stopped.

“Let’s camp here or the night,” our boy said.

Te next morning the rain had stopped. Tey woke up to

a big angry ace in ront o them. It was a hedgehogboar.

“Who are you and where are you going?” it asked.

“Who is asking?” our boy questioned bravely. Te creature,however, was not amused. Te beast rose up to attack, but

suddenly the boy noticed a symbol, inked in the thick skin

o the hedgehogboar; a circle made by two hands. Tesymbol o the rebellion.

“Wait!” our boy shouted, “You are rom the rebellion!”

“Who are you?” a voice spoke rom behind them. Our

boy and Mr. Jacob turned around. A ox came out rom

between the trees.

“Well?” it asked.

“We are riends o a monkey creature with a mallard-likebeak, and he was taken as a prisoner,” our boy explained.

“Please, we came here to see He – we have important

inormation about the Crow.”

“Yes,” the ox said, “We have heard about you. Come with

me.” Te hedgehogboar stepped back.

Te ox led them into the swampy orest. A hidden path

appeared behind bulky bushes. Te trees in this orestwere enormous. As they walked urther into the woods,

our boy saw more and more bridges hanging between the

trees. “We are nearly there,” the ox announced. “Do you

see that strange looking hill by that tree?” Our boy and Mr.

Jacob nodded. “Tat is it,” he said with a proud smirk on

his ace. As they came closer, they saw it in its essence. Te

strange hill and the trees, the morning sun shining throughthe trees, the bridges hanging rom the sky, creatures

appearing rom every corner – it was in complete harmony

with nature. It was beautiul. Mr. Jacob and our boy looked

at each other, believing they had made the right decision.

At the oot o the hill they arrived at a purple doorway.

Inside, the calmness o the outside world had completely

disappeared. Tere were creatures everywhere. It was loud

and busy. Tey walked down some stairs and encountered

big halls, rooms, more stairs and passages.



“Tis used to be the residence o the badgerhares, back in

the old days,” the ox explained, “Tey have been gone or

a long time now. Much has changed. Afer the Crow took

over the city, this is where most o us ound shelter. We

worked hard to make it to what it is today.”

Our boy and Mr. Jacob looked around, amazed. “You were

looking or He? Well, He is here,” the ox continued, “Hewas the one who led us all here, to saety.” Te ox stopped

and turned to our boy and Mr. Jacob. “When the Crow took

over, He’s wie Robin, a lovely woman, stood up against the

ravaging o the Crow and his crew,” the ox said. “Te Crow

thereupon ordered the emus to execute her in the main

square o the city. Tis happened in ront o the eyes o

many o us. Te Giant oad, a rich and powerul figure in

the city, was our only hope to change her aith at that time,but he just stood by and did nothing. Te Giant oad is now

known to be in the council o the Crow.

“We will never orget his treachery.” Our boy and Mr.

Jacob nodded. Tey walked urther, through hallways and

countless wooden doors. Tis place was immense. Our

boy and Mr. Jacob were mesmerized by what they saw,kitchens, bedding halls, dining halls, libraries, medical

rooms, armory rooms, and so many different creatures. It

was like a mini city hiding here in the swampy orest. Tey

walked through the hallway as i it were a maze, when they

finally arrived at another large wooden door secured by

two guards.

“Tey are here to see Him,” the ox said. Te door opened

and an old owl-like creature appeared who said with a calm voice,

“Welcome riends. We have heard all about you.”

Beore our startled boy could say anything in return, the

old creature continued. “Come; we have much to discuss

and there is not much time.” He led them through the

doorway, and there appeared a companionship o about

ten creatures surrounding an old oval table. Tere were no

windows in this room, but rather it was lit by candles. Teysat down at the table. Our boy said immediately that their

monkey riend was taken prisoner, but they already knew.

“We have spies in the city as well,” he said, “Our mutual

monkey riend is in the prison on the east side o the city.

Conditions are hard, but as ar as we know he is doing

alright.” Mr. Jacob and our boy were relieved.

“Te Crow,” our boy said. “We think we ound his

weakness.” He explains the story about the monster in the

cave and how the Crow has a sof spot or gold.

“Tis is great inormation,” He said, “Tank you or

bringing this to us. Tis is the perect distraction we have

been looking or.” He stood up rom the table. “We must

act ast. We shall gather all the jewelry we can find and useit as a decoy on the west side o the city when we attack the

prison gates on the east side tomorrow.”

“omorrow?” our boy asked rightened.

“Yes tomorrow,” He said. “We have been preparing or a

long time now and our riends in prison cannot wait any

longer. We are ready!” Te crew in the room roared. “We

gather everyone here tomorrow morning, and we shall

march to the city at noon.”



Te next day, legions o creatures gathered outside the

hideout in the swampy orest. Our boy and Mr. Jacob

looked around. Some aces looked scared, others looked

angry, but each expressed a look o determination. It elt

empowering. Tey marched out o the swampy orest,

under He’s command. At the ar edge o the orest emerged

large open fields. On the horizon, above the fields, wasMountain City. Our boy took a big breath as the army

halted. “Volunteering battalion, move orward!” He

shouted. A group o individuals stepped out in ront o the

rest o the army.

“Look at these riends,” He said, “Tese creatures will

become heroes today.” He turned to the peacock, head o the

volunteering battalion, and commanded, “ake the jewelry

carriage to the west wall, and deend it with your lives.”And so, the brave creatures went ahead. He turned back

to the rest o the vast horde o creatures, “When the Crow

takes the bait in the west, we will catch them by surprise

and charge the east gate. Our first objective is to break into

the prison and release our riends. Ten, we must fight our

way through to the west wall to assist our battalion there.

In unison, the troops let out a valiant roar.“Let’s go,” our boy whispered to himsel.

Tey made their way to the east wall. When they arrived

closer to the gates, the large doors opened and a legion o

the Crow marched out. Tey knew about the attack! Our

boy and He looked at each other. How was this possible?

Tey heard voice rom the side, “I am sorry,” it said. Tey

looked over. It was the ox, standing in tears. “Tey hadmy children! I did not mean to –” he said, but abruptly

his sentenced was interrupted when an arrow struck his

chest. Our boy, Mr. Jacob and He looked speechless at the

now-dead ox, who instantly dropped to the ground. All

seemed lost or that moment, as the element o surprise was

lost, their riend was gone, and their prison break seemed

uncertain. Tey looked up at the gates, gathered their

courage, and all charged together against the army o the

Crow that came storming out o the gates. Silence settled

across our boy’s mind, and he elt his heart pounding.“Tis is it,” he thought. As they ran towards the enemy,

the surroundings became louder and louder. Te first hit

unleashed an epic battle between hundreds o creatures.

Tere was complete chaos. Tey pushed through as hard

as they could to reach the gates, but the resistance was too

great. News arrived that the Crow had taken the bait afer

all, and had sent hal o his army to the west side to capturethe jewels. Suddenly, distant screams emerged rom behind

the gates. It was the Giant oad with a small army, charging

the enemy rom behind. Te Giant oad had been gathering

an elite army, in ull secrecy, inside the city ever since the

Crow had taken over, awaiting the attack o the rebellion.

Soon afer their arrival, the battle at the east gate came to a

conclusion. A success or the rebellion. Swifly they brokeinto the prison, and urther into the city. Our boy and Mr.

Jacob ran into the prison yard, looking or their monkey

riend. In the second hall they ound him.

“You came,” the monkey creature said. Mr. Jacob helped

him on his eet, with the little strength he had lef.

Everyone ran through the streets towards the west side o

the city to help their brave riends. Civilians in the city hadgrabbed anything they could find to help fight against the

Crow’s orces. Te city was in mayhem. Afer crossing the

entire city, the rebellion army arrived at the west gate, but



they were too late.Only moments beore, the Crow’s army had deeated the

last man o the brave group that guarded the jewels. Rage

spread over our army whom now had to persevere, as the

brave sacrifice o their riends could not be in vain. Tey

pushed through the Crow’s orces in a devastating battle.

Tey deeated their oes at the west wall. All orces o the

rebellion gathered and made their way to the city’s mainsquare to find the Crow. Every single opponent on their

way was quickly overrun.

As our boy, Mr. Jacob, the monkey creature and He arrived

at the main square, they saw that the hedgehogboar and his

squad had already reached the roo o the palace, where the

Crow stood on the edge, overlooking the fight down below.

Without hesitation the boar threw his spear into the backo the dark bird. A screech resonated over the city. Te bird

tumbled down. It rained black eathers as his remains hit

the tiles o the city square. Moments afer, the big emu was

taken captive behind the palace, and imprisoned, together

with other survivors o the Crow’s legion. It was over. Tey

did it. Victory.



Te rest o the day, thousands o creatures worked together

to clean up the city. Tey buried their loved ones, repaired

damages and cleaned the streets. Within hours, they had

transormed the battle-tainted city back to its old glory. It

was time to celebrate the return o peace. Te evening came

and the streets glowed with lights, as what was once an

arena o despair was becoming lively and filled with joy andexcitement again. O course, the sacrifices and losses were

on everyone’s mind, but somehow these creatures were able

to ocus on the positive. Our boy and Mr. Jacob were deeply

affected by the spectacle.

“Come,” the monkey creature said, “I want to show you my

avourite spot in the city.” Our boy and Mr. Jacob ollowed

him though the streets and up the stairs. Tousands ocreatures were celebrating outside, happy to be reunited

with their long-lost riends and loved ones; happy to be

back in harmony. Te city glowed with candles, lanterns

and bonfires. Suddenly, our boy heard a loud bang. Tey

looked back and saw what it was. Fireworks! Te city

cheered. Tey ollowed the monkey through a building,

up the stairs and arrived on a roo overlooking a big parto the city. Fireworks rose up rom everywhere; a beautiul

sight. Our monkey riend turned to our boy and Mr. Jacob.

“Tank you,” he said, and hugged our boy and Mr. Jacob.

“I assume you will go home now, will you not?” he asked

our boy. Our boy looked at his elephant riend.

“You must take your time to enjoy the good things,” is

what Mr. Jacob would say,” said our boy. Mr. Jacob nodded

weakly with a vague smile.“We will stay or the night,” our boy said. He lifed Mr.

Jacob onto his shoulders, and the three o them overlooked

the spectacle o the city celebration.



Te next day, it was time to say goodbye to all o his new

riends. He, their monkey riend and a group o creatures

wished them arewell at the road outside the city gates.

“Maybe we will see each other again,” the monkey creature

said.

“Maybe we will,” our boy replied. Our boy picked up Mr.

Jacob and started their journey home.

As they walked the path, the weather was warm. Our boy

was scarred, but filled with peace and joy. At the end o

that day the sun hung low in the sky. Tey arrived at his

neighbourhood. Tey moved past her garden. Tey walked

past the neighbour’s land, where the bearwol lay. It did not

look as scary as it used to be. In act, it seemed a lot smaller

now. Further down the road they arrived at the gate o theirhouse’s garden.

Tey walked through the gates and the garden, and went

inside the house.

“All back to normal,” our boy thought, but he elt different.

He walked through the house and saw his parents in the

kitchen. He went up the stairs, through the hallway andinto a room. Tere he ound his little brother sitting on the

floor. Our boy turned to him and said, “Tis is Mr. Jacob.

Here, you should have him.”



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