Bibi was so excited for his first camping adventure. He had packed everything carefully—his tiny backpack stuffed with snacks, a flashlight, and his favorite plushie for bedtime. The forest was full of life, the trees swaying gently and birds singing above. Alongside his best friend LaLa, Bibi explored the trails, roasted marshmallows, and giggled at the sound of owls hooting in the distance.
But as the sun began to set and shadows grew longer, Bibi suddenly realized something awful—his beloved plushie was gone. Panic washed over him. He remembered having it by the creek earlier, but now it was nowhere to be found. His heart pounded, and he felt tears building in his eyes.
“I lost him!” Bibi whispered, voice trembling. “What if he’s all alone out there in the dark?”
LaLa tried to calm him. “We’ll find him, Bibi! Let’s retrace our steps before it gets too dark.”
The two set out quickly, flashlight beams cutting through the growing night. Every rustle in the bushes made Bibi jump. Camping had felt like an adventure, but now it felt scary. What if a raccoon took his plushie? Or worse, what if they got lost too?
Just when Bibi was about to give up, LaLa shouted, “Over here!” She pointed near the base of a tree by the creek, where Bibi’s plushie sat safe and sound. Relief flooded him as he ran to grab it, hugging it tightly to his chest.
“You had me so worried,” Bibi whispered to the plushie, tears now of happiness.
Back at camp, cuddled under a blanket beside the fire, Bibi learned a valuable lesson—not just about keeping track of his things, but about facing fear and not giving up. Even when things felt scary, he had friends and bravery inside him to get through.
That night, he slept peacefully under the stars, his plushie by his side, and his heart full of adventure and courage.
