Timbu the Tortoise and the Race of Kindness
In a forest where trees whispered secrets and vines danced in the wind, lived a tortoise named Timbu.
He wasn’t fast, flashy, or loud—but he was known for something far greater: his kind heart.
Every morning, Timbu cleaned up fallen berries so the paths stayed clear for the tiny ants. He shared his lunch leaves with birds who couldn’t fly far, and he always listened when someone was having a bad day.
But not everyone appreciated kindness.
Zooma, the cheetah, laughed at Timbu. “You’ll never win anything waddling around like that,” Zooma snorted one morning. “Kindness doesn’t make you important. Speed does!”
Timbu smiled. “Let’s have a race then—not with legs, but with hearts.”
The Jungle’s First-Ever Race of Kindness
The rules were simple: In one day, whoever helped the most creatures without being asked would win the race.
Zooma rolled her eyes. “Fine. Let’s show them who really matters.”
At sunrise, Zooma zipped around, tossing nuts to squirrels and helping a monkey untangle vines—just long enough for someone to notice.
Meanwhile, Timbu went his usual way, helping quietly. He found a caterpillar lost on a leaf and walked it all the way back to its tree. He built a leaf-shade for a tired fawn. He even missed lunch to listen to a lonely owl’s long, long story.
By sunset, the animals gathered to vote. Zooma stood proudly with her list of “good deeds.” But then the squirrel said, “Zooma helped—but she was in such a hurry, she scared my baby.” The monkey added, “She untangled me but pulled so hard, I still have a cramp.”
Then came whispers about Timbu—about the calm, the warmth, the time he gave.
And in the hush of twilight, every paw, hoof, and wing agreed:
Timbu was the kindest creature of them all.
Moral of the Story: True kindness isn’t about being seen. It’s about seeing others.
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