In the morning, the dew still hung on the tips of the grass. An'an squatted by the stream, watching some little animals quickly run over the fallen leaves, some gently hop onto the stones, and others sing bright songs to the treetops. An'an flicked her tail and immediately tried to join in.
But with a "splash," An'an slipped and fell into the shallow stream. The water rippled, reflecting a wet little tiger. An'an shook her ears and quietly said, "Why is everything such a mess?"
An'an was not discouraged and tried three more times. She tried to dash quickly, knocking the fruits rolling all over the place; she tried to land softly, and leaves rustled down on her head; finally, she sang at the top of her lungs, startling the little birds in the trees to flutter away.
An'an stood in a pile of rustling leaves, pushing aside one leaf with her paw, her face scrunched up. But An'an still focused on the skills of others, refusing to stop.
At that moment, a strong wind "whoosh" swept through the forest. The fruits and leaves that were just ready were suddenly blown into the air, and even round fruits floated in the stream. An'an was stunned for a moment, then suddenly turned around, sweeping her big tail to gather the fruits back from the grass, pulling the leaves out from between the stones, and even gently coaxing a few leaves from the stream onto the shore.
The wind slowly stopped. The grass blades still sparkled with dew. Everyone gathered around the fruits and leaves that An'an had brought back, laughing and clapping, saying, "An'an's tail is really amazing!" An'an looked at her fluffy big tail and then at her bright reflection in the stream, happily spinning around. This time, An'an decided not to imitate others; she just flicked her tail and proudly joined everyone in their busy work.
