The peaceful afternoon in the troop’s playground turned into pure chaos in seconds. Baby Bely was happily playing with her tiny friends near the old stone wall, giggling and chasing each other in the warm sunlight. But suddenly, Jonas—the mischievous, older male known for his rough play—appeared from the shadows. His eyes locked on the little ones, and the air was instantly tense.
With a burst of speed, Jonas charged forward, his loud footsteps and sharp grunts sending shivers through the group. The babies squealed in panic. Bely’s heart raced; she knew Jonas could be rough, and she had no time to think. In a moment of pure instinct, she darted toward the edge of the wall where the ground was far below.
Her friends—Luna, Pip, and Tiko—followed, their tiny feet scrambling for safety. Jonas was right behind them, his powerful arms swinging dangerously close. Then, with no other option, Bely leapt from the height. One by one, her friends followed, little bodies sailing through the air. The fall was frightening, the wind rushing past their ears, but they landed in a patch of soft leaves and grass.
For a few seconds, none of them moved, still shocked by what they had done. Then Pip let out a relieved squeak, and Luna grabbed Bely in a tight hug. They had escaped Jonas’s chase, but their hearts were still pounding. Above them, Jonas stood at the edge, glaring down, frustrated that his “game” had ended.
Bely looked at her friends, grateful they were safe, but she also realized something important: danger could come without warning, and sometimes bravery meant making the scariest jump of your life. Today, they had survived together—and that made them stronger than ever.
