Andini paused. She looked down at the stains—not as ugly marks, but as a map of kindness: the dark purple from the raspberry bush where she’d rescued a friend, the green smear from brushing against the moss while freeing a trapped paw, the tiny tear from bravery.
"Why are you taking it off?" Kiki appeared, covered head to tail in brown mud. BabyPanda Andini Hijab Putih 0305-12 Min
But there was no time. She carefully unhooked the thorns around Miko's legs. With one last push, she freed him. The tapir nuzzled her cheek in thanks and scampered off to find his mother. Andini paused
Andini felt a tear prick her eye. It's ruined. But there was no time
It came from the thorny raspberry bushes near the stream. Andini crept closer and saw little Miko, a baby tapir, stuck in the brambles. His short snout was tangled in a web of thorns, and every time he struggled, the vines pulled tighter.
The morning sun painted the bamboo forest in soft gold and green. Baby panda, Andini, sat by the edge of the clear mountain stream, her small paws fidgeting with the edge of her new white hijab.
Her best friend, Kiki the red squirrel, skidded down a branch. "Andini! We’re going to play mud slides by the old fig tree! You coming?"