Snap! Crack! Bambo broke one tall green stalk, and then another.
He piled them high to build a giant mountain of food. He took a flying leap right into the pile, scattering crisp leaves everywhere.
Crunch, crunch! He munched a thin branch and chomped a juicy stem.
BUUURP! An enormous burp echoed through the damp white mist. Bambo just laughed and scooped up the biggest stalk in the pile.
One bite... two bites... Bambo suddenly stopped. With a loud thud, he dropped the huge piece of food.
He let out a low groan. His tummy felt terribly full. He curled into a tight ball on the wet moss and hid his face.
Bambo remembered a trick. He slowly crawled over to a wild patch of purple ginger-weeds.
He chewed the bitter medicine leaves. The sharp, spicy taste made his whole nose wrinkle.
Bambo lay perfectly flat against the cool dirt. He rested quietly while the afternoon shadows stretched across the forest.
Golden morning sunlight finally chased the misty shadows away. Sweet bird songs echoed through the quiet woodland.
Bambo woke up with a big, happy stretch. He walked right past his giant, leftover mountain of food.
He picked just one small, tender bamboo shoot. He took a tiny bite, smiling as he savored the clear, sweet crunch.
