On a bright morning at the farm, a boy named Kane woke up to soft birdsong. He rubbed his eyes. He smiled. He knew it would be a special day.
Kane hurried out of the little white cottage. Dew sparkled on the grass. A gentle breeze whispered through the fence. The animals stirred in their pens.
“Good morning, Chickens!” Kane said softly. The chickens clucked happily. He waved to them as they pecked at scattered grain.
Next, Kane checked on Daisy the cow. Daisy mooed in greeting. Kane gently patted her warm side. He smiled at her big calm eyes.
Kane’s best friend, Adventurer, raced toward him. Adventurer was a small goat with bright eyes and a playful spirit. He bleated with excitement.
“Hello, Adventurer!” Kane laughed. “Ready for our big plan?”
Adventurer jumped up and down. He hopped onto Kane’s shoulder. Together they walked toward the barn.
Inside the barn, Kane spotted trouble. His friend Lily the lamb was missing. Her bed of straw lay empty.
“Oh no,” Kane whispered. “Lily is gone.”
He looked out through the barn doors. Tracks in the soft mud led toward the tall trees at the edge of the farm.
“Kane, I will help you find her,” said Adventurer. He brushed his nose against Kane’s cheek.
Kane nodded. “Let’s go carefully. Lily might be scared.”
They followed the tracks past the pond. Ripples danced on the water. Frogs croaked softly.
The tracks led into a small clearing by the woods. Kane paused. A shadow moved near a stump.
Suddenly, a gray wolf stepped into view. His fur was thick and his eyes glowed in the shade.
Adventurer hissed and bristled. Kane held Adventurer close.
The wolf snarled. He looked hungry. Lily the lamb huddled behind him.
Lily trembled and baaed quietly.
Kane took a deep breath. He remembered what his mother taught him: be brave but kind.
“Kane, do not run,” Adventurer whispered.
Kane stepped forward with calm. “Mr. Wolf,” he said in a clear voice. “Please don’t eat Lily. She is small and lost. We only want her home.”
The wolf paused. He sniffed the air. His ears twitched.
Kane offered a piece of bread. “Here,” he said. “Take this if you need lunch.”
The wolf’s eyes softened. He lowered his head. He nosed the bread and ate it.
Adventurer watched closely. Lily crept toward Kane.
When the wolf finished eating, he wagged his tail slowly. He gave a low bark.
Kane quietly patted the wolf’s side. “Thank you,” Kane said gently. “You can be our friend.”
The wolf sat back. He let Kane lift Lily into his arms.
Kane carried Lily back toward the farm. Adventurer skipped happily by their side.
The wolf followed at a safe distance. He seemed proud to help.
At the barn, the animals cheered. Daisy mooed. The chickens clucked. Even the horse neighed.
Kane placed Lily in her straw nest. She bleated with joy and nuzzled him.
Kane turned and waved to the wolf. The wolf howled softly goodbye and slipped back into the woods.
That evening, under a sky of pink and gold, Kane, Adventurer, and Lily sat on the grassy hill.
They watched fireflies glow. They watched twinkling stars appear.
Kane held Lily close. Adventurer curled at his feet.
“I’m glad you are safe,” Kane whispered.
Lily bleated softly. Adventurer blinked sleepy eyes.
Kane felt brave. He felt proud. He smiled at the world.
On the farm, kindness and courage had saved a friend.
And at home, Kane dreamed of tomorrow’s adventure.
The End.