

Bujji skipped happily up the rocky trail, clutching his tiny backpack. "Look at that view!" he exclaimed to himself. Suddenly, a loud crack echoed. Bujji froze as a small rockslide blocked the way back. "I need to find help," he whispered, courage shining in his eyes. He took a deep breath and walked forward, determined.

A thick fog rolled in, making the path hard to see. Bujji called out, "Hello? Is anyone there?" Birds fluttered nearby, but no one answered. He listened quietly and heard water rushing far below. "Maybe the river will lead me to help," Bujji decided, bravely moving on. He followed the sound, hoping for the best.

Bujji found a tall pine tree and climbed carefully for a better view. Above the fog, he spotted campers with a bright orange tent. "I see people!" he cheered from the tree. Climbing down, Bujji waved a blue handkerchief and shouted for help. The campers noticed and waved back, signaling him to come closer. Bujji felt relief and hurried toward them.

The friendly campers welcomed Bujji and gave him warm cocoa. "You were really brave," one camper praised him. Bujji beamed, happy to be safe. Soon, he heard his parents calling his name nearby. He ran to them and hugged them tightly. Together, they walked down the mountain, grateful for Bujji's courage and the new friends they met.