Bibi had always loved camping in the forest, the smell of pine needles and the crackle of the fire under the starry sky. This time, he set off alone, eager to test his skills and enjoy the peace of nature. He pitched his small tent beside a sparkling stream, humming happily as he set up his cooking pot.
But as night fell, trouble crept closer. Bibi was startled by strange noises just beyond the tree line—a rustling of leaves and snapping of twigs that didn’t sound like any animal he’d ever heard before. His heart began to pound as he peered into the darkness, his flashlight flickering weakly against the shadows.
He tried to stay calm, telling himself it was just the wind or a curious raccoon. But the noises grew louder, closer, and more persistent. Bibi’s hands shook as he gathered his things, trying to make sense of what to do next.
Suddenly, a sharp crack echoed through the forest. A large branch fell just inches from his tent, sending Bibi stumbling backward in fright. The forest seemed alive with eerie whispers and eyes that watched from the darkness. He knew he had to get to safety.
Bibi quickly packed his essentials, shoving them into his backpack with trembling hands. He left his tent behind and began to follow the faint trail back to the main path. Every sound made him jump—a snapping twig, a hoot of an owl, even the whisper of the breeze.
His mind raced with fear, but he didn’t stop. Bibi’s determination carried him through the darkness until he reached the safety of an old ranger’s cabin. He pounded on the door, relieved when a warm light spilled out to greet him.
