Once upon a time in a quiet town, lived a curious boy named Bobby Brown. He had a brother, oh so bold, who left when Bobby was just five years old.

Bobby missed his brother every day, so he decided to find him, come what may. With a trusty map and lots of snacks, he set off on the dusty tracks.

With a hop, a skip, and a jumpity-jump, Bobby met a frog named Fred by the stump. Fred said, 'Ribbit! I’ll help you see, the way to your brother must go through me!'

Bobby and Fred leapt through the trees, high as the birds, light as the breeze. They came to a river, wide and blue, with a bridge that said 'Cross—It’s True!'

Splash! Splash! Through waves they went, each one feeling heaven-sent. On the other side, who did they meet? A talking turtle named Tabby, so sweet!

'You’ll need wisdom', Tabby did say, 'To find your brother far away. Climb the hill and don't be slow; there’s a giant with answers you need to know.'

Climbing hills can be quite tiring, but Bobby’s heart was always inspiring. Up and up, they heaved and hauled, till they reached a giant, groggy and tall.

The giant yawned and stretched his toes, 'Hello there the little ones I suppose. Follow the rainbow, bright and clear; that's where your brother will appear.'

Bobby beamed, his path now sure, across the rainbow, so bright and pure. Colors swirled from red to blue, leading to a joyous clue.

There stood his brother, shiny and bright, under the tree of sparkling light. 'Bobby,' he cried, 'It’s been so long! Now we’re together, where we belong!'

Bobby’s heart filled with joy and cheer, hugging his brother, finally near. They danced, they laughed, they sang a song, knowing they’d both been brave and strong.

From that day forth, every alley and street echoed stories of their adventurous feat. For Bobby and his brother, side by side, braved the journey far and wide.