In the soft forest, Finley Fawn wore a little leaf cape and stretched his strong legs beside a sparkling waterfall. Bees hummed by the flowers, tiny insects zipped through the sping grass and birds sang from high branches. Finley loved mornings like this because everything felt calm, and bright, and new. He was not a noisy superhero. He had a special power called Feather Lift. When Finley breathed slowly, glowing swirls floated around his antlers and light things could rise gently into the air. A feather, a leaf, even a little twig nest if he stayed patient. Tina the Turtle waddled over with a smile.

Her shell had a shiny star on it. She looked up and said: "What a lovely wind today, as long as it remembers its manners." Arthur leaped from a mossy rock and laughed." If the wind wants to race, I can race too." he said with a brave little hop. But then the wind whooshed louder, and louder. It spun through the forest. It shook the branches. It fluttered leaves. It tipped little nests right out of the trees. Birds circled above with worried chirps. One nest landed in a fern, another in a bush, and another slid near the path. Finley blinked his big eyes, then whispered: "Oh... the birds need their cozy homes back before nighttime." Tina lifted one tiny foot and said softly: "Then we begin slowly, and kindly, one nest at a time."

Finley did not dash in a blur. First, he looked carefully. He watched where the wind still pushed the branches. He saw which nests were whole, and which ones needed more twings. That made Arthur pause too. After