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On the bright midday savanna beneath a tall apple tree, Mama Antelope offers a green avocado while smiling warmly. Antelope stamps his little hooves, pouting and pointing up at the cluster of shiny red apples.
It was snack time on the sunny savanna. Mama Antelope held out a green avocado. "Here you go, sweetie," she said with a smile. But Antelope shook his head. "No, no, no! I want apples!" he said, pointing at the big apple tree. The red apples looked so yummy up high. Mama Antelope smiled. "The apples are not ready yet, dear. Let's eat avocado today." But Antelope stamped his little hooves. "Apples, apples, apples!"
Outdoors in warm afternoon light, Mama Antelope points toward the towering apple tree dotted with glossy red fruit. Beside her, Antelope gazes upward, cheeks puffed in impatience, while Mama’s hand rests gently on his head.
Mama Antelope pointed to the big apple tree. "We must wait for the apples to fall, my love," she explained. "When they are ready, they will drop down all by themselves." Antelope looked up at the apples. They were so red and shiny! "But I want apples now!" he cried. Mama patted his head gently. "Patience, little one. Good things come to those who wait." Antelope frowned. Waiting was hard!
At the base of the apple tree under bright savanna sun, Antelope grips a small toy-like axe, standing on hind legs with determined eyes. He swings toward the trunk, unaware the heavy axe is slipping from his hooves.
Antelope had an idea. He found a small, round, toy-like axe near the shed. "I will get those apples myself!" he thought. He trotted to the apple tree, holding the axe. "I can do this!" he said proudly. Antelope lifted the axe and swung it toward the tree. But the axe was heavier than he thought. It slipped right out of his hooves. "Whoops!" cried Antelope.
In the dusty shade of the same tree, Antelope sits on the ground rubbing his bumped ankle, brows furrowed. Mama Antelope kneels beside him, worried eyes fixed on the sore spot while the toy axe lies nearby.
The axe tumbled down and bumped Antelope's ankle softly. "Ow!" said Antelope. It did not hurt too much, but he sat down with a little frown. Mama Antelope came running over. "Oh my! Are you okay, sweetie?" she asked, kneeling beside him. Antelope sniffled. "My ankle feels funny," he said quietly. Mama looked at his ankle carefully. "Let me call Dr. Alligator right away," she said in her calm voice.
Under the open savanna sky, Mama Antelope holds a phone to her ear with one hoof and hugs Antelope close with the other. Antelope leans against her chest, eyes watery yet trusting, as golden afternoon light bathes them.
Mama Antelope picked up the phone. "Hello, Dr. Alligator? My little one needs help," she said. Dr. Alligator spoke kindly on the other end. "I am with another patient right now. But do not worry! I will send Nurse Ant in the ambulance right away." Mama Antelope nodded. "Thank you, Doctor." She hung up and hugged Antelope. "Help is on the way, my brave boy," she whispered.
On the sunlit grassland outside their cozy home, a bright ambulance skids to a halt, red lights flashing. Nurse Ant jumps out, waving cheerfully beneath her tiny cap, first-aid bag in hand, while Mama Antelope and Antelope watch hopefully.
Soon they heard a sound in the distance. "Nee-naw! Nee-naw!" The bright ambulance came zooming across the savanna. Nurse Ant was driving, her tiny nurse cap on her head. She waved and smiled. The ambulance stopped right in front of their cozy home. Nurse Ant hopped out with her first aid bag. "Hello, Antelope! I am here to help you," she said cheerfully. Antelope felt a little better already.
Inside the parked ambulance’s bright interior, Nurse Ant kneels, gently wrapping a soft bandage around Antelope’s ankle. Antelope sits on the stretcher smiling with relief, while Mama Antelope watches from the doorway under ceiling lights.
Nurse Ant opened her first aid bag. She gently looked at Antelope's ankle. "Hmm, a little bump," she said kindly. "Let me put this soft bandage on." She wrapped his ankle carefully. "There we go! All snug and safe." Antelope wiggled his toes. "That feels better," he said. "Now let's get you to the hospital so Dr. Alligator can check you," said Nurse Ant with a smile.
Still daylight on the savanna, Nurse Ant lifts Antelope’s stretcher into the ambulance, rear doors open wide. Mama Antelope stands beside them, holding his hoof and offering an encouraging smile as the siren lights glint.
Nurse Ant brought out a little stretcher. "Hop on, Antelope," she said. Antelope climbed onto the soft stretcher. Mama Antelope held his hoof. "I will come with you, sweetie," she said. Nurse Ant carefully lifted the stretcher into the ambulance. "Everyone ready?" she asked. "Ready!" said Antelope. "Nee-naw! Nee-naw!" The ambulance drove across the savanna to the hospital. Antelope looked out the window at the trees and birds.
At the sunny hospital entrance, Dr. Alligator in a white coat and glasses gently lifts Antelope’s ankle while smiling reassuringly. Mama Antelope stands nearby, hands clasped, as the ambulance rests behind them and sliding doors gleam.
The ambulance arrived at the friendly hospital. Dr. Alligator was waiting at the door. He wore his white doctor's coat, glasses, and a stethoscope around his neck. "Hello, Antelope! Let me take a look," he said with a warm smile. Dr. Alligator gently checked Antelope's ankle. "Just a small bump. You will be fine very soon!" he said. Antelope felt relieved. "Thank you, Dr. Alligator," he said softly.
Inside a bright hospital room, Dr. Alligator offers a small spoon of gentle medicine to seated Antelope, his face kind behind spectacles. Mama Antelope kneels beside the chair, arms ready to hug, smiling proudly at her brave child.
Dr. Alligator gave Antelope some gentle medicine. "This will help you feel all better," he said. Then he looked at Antelope kindly. "Remember, little one, always listen to your mum. She keeps you safe." Antelope nodded. "I will, Dr. Alligator. I promise." Mama Antelope smiled and hugged him. "I am proud of you, sweetie." Dr. Alligator patted Antelope's head. "Now you can go home and rest."
Back on the sunny savanna near their home, Mama Antelope holds out a ripe green avocado with a bright grin. Antelope stands opposite, biting into the fruit happily, cheeks lifted in a big smile.
A few days later, it was snack time again. Mama Antelope held out a green avocado. This time, Antelope smiled. "Yes, please, Mama!" he said happily. He took a big bite. "Mmm! Avocado is yummy!" Mama Antelope beamed with pride. "I am so glad you like it, my dear." Antelope munched and munched. He had learned his lesson. Waiting and listening to Mama was important!
Under the now-ripe apple tree in morning light, an apple rests atop Antelope’s head where it has just landed. He giggles up at Mama Antelope, who laughs beside a basket of freshly picked apples.
Just then, they heard a sound. "Bonk!" An apple fell from the tree and landed gently on Antelope's head. "Oops!" he giggled. Mama laughed too. "Look! The apples are ready now!" They picked the apples together and washed them carefully. Antelope took a bite. "Delicious!" he said. Now he loved both apples and avocado. Antelope was healthy, happy, and safe. And he always listened to his mama.
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