tongue! It was huge! Ping knew that he had told his sister that he wasnât scared of snow leopards, but that was not now . Not now when his life was in danger. He turned and ran, his heart thumping in his chest like a war drum. He didnât look where he was going. Anywhere would do. The shadow was big and getting bigger. This was no ordinary snow leopard; this was a giant snow leopard that would gobble Ping up like a pistachio nut!
âNOOOOOOOOOOOO!â he cried as the cold shadow clipped his heels and tripped him up. âLEAVE ME BE!â
âWhy?â said a familiar voice behind him. âI thought I was your friend.â
Ping was lying on the ground with his face in a puddle of slime. He lifted his head, turned around, and was surprised to see Little Bear standing over him.
âYou again!â he exclaimed, wiping the green goo off his forehead.
âThatâs the second time youâve been scared of me,â giggled Little Bear. âIâm surprised, with all your combat training.â
âDonât be ridiculous!â scoffed Ping. âI knew it was you. I was just playing. Like when we were playing Bandits and Bodyguards. I was seeing if you could catch me, which you couldnât.â
âThen why were you screaming âNOO OOOOOOOOOO!ââ asked Little Bear, mimicking Pingâs terrified scream.
âYou didnât give me a chance to finish my sentence,â said Ping. âI was planning to say âNOOOOOOOOOOOO! YOU CANâT CATCH ME!ââ
Little Bear thought about this for a moment.
âThen why did you shout âLEAVE ME BE!â instead?â he asked.
âBecause,â said Ping slowly, giving himself time to think up yet another excuse. âI was being bothered by a bee and I wanted it to leave me. Iâd have thought that was obvious. Anyway, thatâs quite enough about me,â he added, changing the subject to avoid further questions. âWhat are you doing back here? I thought I sent you home to bed.â
âBut I donât want to go home,â said Little Bear. âIâve had a change of heart. I want to come with you! To the palace! To have an adventure! I never do anything fun here. And Iâve never had a friend before.â
âNo! No! No! No! No!â Ping said sternly. âIâm happy to be your friend, Little Bear, but you must go home.â
Ping suddenly noticed that Little Bear had covered his eyes and appeared to be crying. At least, his shoulders were shaking and his voice was trembling with emotion.
âI canât go home,â he whispered. âI lied about the bandits taking my daddy and selling him to the circus.â
Ping looked surprised.
âItâs worse than that!â blubbed Little Bear. âThey took my mommy too!â
âThey took your daddy and your mommy?â gasped Ping. The shock of such awful news caused Ping to catch his breath. He felt terrible saying what heâd just said.
âSo I donât have a home,â continued Little Bear, sobbing for all he was worth. âIâm all on my own.â
Ping felt tears welling up in his own eyes. It was the saddest story heâd ever heard.
âAnd itâs so boring being a bear on your own,â said Little Bear, raising his sorrowful eyes to look straight at Ping. It was a look that melted Pingâs heart. As if hearing the terrible tale about Little Bearâs parents was not enough, Ping knew all there was to know about life being boring for bears. He felt Little Bearâs pain, and there and then made a pledge never to abandon his little friend again. There was still the matter of how he would deal with his lie about being the Emperorâs bodyguard, but Ping couldnât think about that now. Having Little Bear back was all that mattered. And it suited Ping. He too was scared and lonely, and he was secretly delighted to have company