Once upon a time in the jungle, Orko sat in a jungle clearing and watched as toddler Furaha played happily, chasing a little butterfly around. She stumbled and fell a couple of times, but she wasn’t hurt, and Orko laughed with her antics. Then Orko looked up at the sky - the bright tropical sun was setting slowly, and when he looked over to his little sister, she was getting tired too. Orko allowed her to climb up onto his shoulders as he made his way through the jungle back to their treetop nest.
They saw many beautiful sights along the way. They passed a bush full of blue butterflies which burst into flight when Orko gently reached out to touch them. They saw a huge rock with ancient cave paintings which told a story of a lion king’s rise as heir of the throne. But the best thing they encountered on their way as it got dark, was the waterfall. Orko floated up towards the waterfall and saw his misty, rippled reflection in its curtained shade, all silvery and misty. The water felt smooth and crystal blue when Orko touched it. It divided into lots of huge ripples which widened out as far as a boat can sail. Just the sight of it made Furaha feel really, really sleepy, so Orko decided to continue on his way.
At last, they made it back to their treetop nest, and Orko snuggled among the leaves, holding Furaha in his arms, cuddling her and lifting her high above him. At last, he settled her next to him and she snuggled next to her, fast asleep and dreaming the sweetest, loveliest dreams, as they listened to the lullaby of nature fill the air.
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