In a jolly little village with houses bright, lived Timmy and Tommy, friends day and night. They laughed in the sunlight, danced in the rain, always together, never a strain.

One day, Timmy said, 'Let's go on a quest! To the big bustling city, we must be our best!' So they packed up their bags with snacks and dreams, off they went with giddy gleams.

They skipped and they hopped, through meadows so green, humming and singing, a magical scene. But then came the jungle, dark and deep, with shadows that made brave Timmy weep.

‘Don’t worry,’ said Tommy, ‘Stay close by my side, we'll pass this jungle, our fears we’ll collide.’ They ventured on, hearts pounding fast, until they heard a CRASH - aghast!

Out came a bear, big and brown, but Timmy quickly scrambled up a tree, like a clown. Tommy was left, with nowhere to flee, he dropped to the ground, as still as can be.

The bear sniffed around, curious and slow, 'Is he alive?' nobody would know. But Tommy lay still, heart beating loud, the bear sniffed him close, a furry shroud.

Then the bear lumbered off, into the trees, as if saying, 'No trouble from this, just leaves!' Tommy opened one eye, very sly, then sat up with a heavy sigh.

Down came Timmy, from his tree so high, 'What did the bear whisper as he went by?' Tommy stood up, dusting his knees, 'He said something wise, if you please.'

‘Bear told me, in a growly tone, to beware of friends who leave you alone. In times of trouble, who runs and hides, is not true - just wearing a disguise.’

Timmy felt sad and deeply sorry, 'I'll be your friend, no need to worry. Next time the dangers come our way, together we'll face them, every day.'

And so they journeyed, hand in hand, through the jungle vast and grand. Back to the village, safe and sound, now forever friends, so profoundly bound.

The moral, my dears, is oh so clear, true friends are those who remain near. In the face of fears, don't turn to run, for together, life is much more fun!