As I leapt from tree to tree I noticed a difference. A bad one. The smell of smoke filled my nostrils, causing me to cough. A funnel of smoke rose above the trees. I gasped. Fire. The rainforest, on fire? It would mean certain death for many species of animals; birds, insects, wildcats! And the tribes. Dread filled me. I would die too, as would my tribe. I jumped down into the lush undergrowth, the moss moist underneath my bare feet. A blue butterfly fluttered past. I ran through the dense foliage, steps springing lightly.

I sprinted as fast as by legs could manage, and was panting when I reached my tribe.

“What is it?” My elder asked In our native language.

Panting, I explained everything. Her eyes widened with fear.

There. I hope you like it!