Digi was no ordinary cat—she was a sleek, black cat with sparkling green eyes and a heart full of curiosity. She lived in a cozy cottage at the edge of the Whispering Woods and had a talent for finding new friends.
One cloudy afternoon, as Digi chased falling leaves across a meadow, she heard a soft sniffle coming from the tall grass.
“Hello?” Digi meowed gently.
Out from the grass peeked a little white rabbit with one floppy ear. “Hi… I’m Thistle,” the rabbit said, wiping his eyes.
“Why are you sad?” Digi asked, sitting beside him.
“I can’t hop like the other rabbits,” Thistle sighed. “They leap so high, and I just tumble over my feet.”
Digi’s tail swished. “Maybe you don’t need to hop like them. Maybe you’re meant to do something different!”
Thistle blinked. “Like what?”
“Well,” Digi purred, thinking, “why don’t we go on an adventure and see?”
So off they went—Digi trotting gracefully and Thistle bouncing a little clumsily behind. They passed buzzing bees, cheerful chipmunks, and singing robins.
Soon, they reached the old Willow Tree where a baby bird was stuck on a low branch, chirping for help.
“Oh no!” cried Thistle.
The branch was too low for the bird to fly off, and too high for Digi to reach.
Without thinking, Thistle wiggled under the tree and carefully scooted his soft back under the branch. “Little bird,” he said, “climb on.”
The bird hopped onto Thistle’s back, and with one big wiggle and a tiny bounce, Thistle helped the baby bird lift into the air.
“You did it!” Digi cheered.
Thistle’s eyes sparkled. “I didn’t hop very high… but I helped!”
Digi smiled. “You’re not just a rabbit who can’t hop. You’re a helper—and that’s even better.”
From that day on, Digi and Thistle became the best of friends. They explored the forest together, helping creatures in need and proving that everyone has their own special gift—even if it’s not hopping high.
The End.