"Bet I’ll touch the sky first!" Rocky bragged, leaping over jagged cliffs. His hooves barely skimmed the edge before landing with a thud.
"No, me!" Gemma shot back, kicking up gravel as she bounded ahead.
Their rivalry sent tiny rocks tumbling down the mountainside. Each jump took them higher, closer to the clouds.
Then—an urgent cry sliced through the crisp mountain air.
"Help!"
Rocky and Gemma skidded to a stop, ears twitching. Peering over a ledge, they spotted a baby eagle dangling from a thornbush, her tiny wings tangled in sharp brambles.
"If we stop now, we’ll lose the contest," Rocky grumbled.
Gemma sighed, her heart tugging in two directions. "But she’ll lose her family."
For a moment, neither moved. Then, without another word, they leaped into action.
Rocky steadied the bush with his strong hooves, while Gemma carefully gnawed at the thorns. Their horns bumped as they worked, but they didn’t care.
"Almost… got it!" Gemma gasped.
With one last nibble, the eaglet tumbled free—right onto Gemma’s back. She let out a surprised laugh as the tiny bird fluffed her feathers.
They climbed carefully to the nest, where a majestic mother eagle waited. Her golden eyes softened with gratitude.
"You have given back what I could never replace," she said. Plucking a shimmering feather from her wing, she laid it before them. "This soars higher than any peak."
Rocky and Gemma exchanged a glance. Maybe winning wasn’t about who touched the sky first.
Side by side, they tied the feather between their horns, letting it flutter in the mountain breeze.
And finally, they saw—the best view wasn’t just the highest one. It was the one you shared.