Curiosity got the best of little Bibi when she followed a fluttering butterfly deep into the tall grass behind the garden. The butterfly danced through the air and led her right to the edge of an old, abandoned house. Its wooden walls were weathered and cracked, the windows dusty and broken. Most would turn away—but not Bibi.
With a cautious glance over her shoulder, Bibi tiptoed inside, her tiny footsteps echoing on the creaky floorboards. At first, it felt like an adventure. Sunlight streamed through the broken ceiling, casting mysterious shadows. Old furniture was scattered around, and spiderwebs hung like curtains. Bibi’s eyes widened as she looked around in awe, her heart beating with excitement.
But as she wandered deeper into the house, a sudden noise made her freeze. A door creaked shut behind her, and the light seemed to dim. Bibi’s ears perked up, and her tail stiffened. The once-exciting atmosphere now felt eerie and strange. Every creak of the floor and whisper of the wind sent shivers down her spine.
“Hello?” she squeaked softly, hoping someone would answer. But all she heard was silence. Bibi’s imagination ran wild. What if there were ghosts? What if she was trapped? Her little heart raced faster, and tears welled up in her eyes. She darted around, looking for the way she came in.
Just as panic fully set in, she heard a familiar voice calling her name from outside. It was Uncle Phong! With a burst of relief, Bibi followed the sound and rushed to the doorway where he was waiting with open arms.
She leapt into his arms, trembling a little but safe. Uncle Phong comforted her, stroking her back gently. “That place isn’t for little adventurers,” he said warmly.
From then on, Bibi promised to never explore alone again. The experience had scared her, but it also taught her an important lesson: adventures are always better—and safer—when shared with someone who cares.
