Deep in a thick, green forest, where the sunlight could barely slip through the tall trees, lived a gentle deer named Silky and her two little fawns, Sunny and Coco.

Every morning, the golden fingers of the sun touched the forest, and Silky softly woke her children.
 “Sunny, Coco, it’s time to eat!” she said kindly.

Silky always kept a watchful eye. She taught them how to walk safely in the forest, which berries and leaves were tasty, and which creatures to stay away from.

Sunny leapt up with excitement, stamping his tiny hooves, while Coco woke up more slowly, still sleepy. Together, they began their day, munching on sweet grass and walking among the trees.

One day, while Silky was grazing, the fawns spotted a bright, colorful butterfly.
 With rainbow wings, it looked as if it wanted to play.

“Come on, Coco! Look how pretty it is!” Sunny shouted.
 Coco followed, and together they chased the butterfly.

They ran through bushes, past a sparkling stream, and under the shadows of old, tall trees. The butterfly led them to a part of the forest they had never seen before.

Suddenly, the butterfly flew higher and higher until it vanished into the sky. The fawns stopped and looked around. The trees seemed taller, the shadows darker, and the forest very quiet.

“Sunny… where’s Mama?” Coco asked in a shaky voice.
 “I… I don’t know,” Sunny whispered, his eyes filling with tears. “I think we’re lost.”

They called, “Mama! Mama!” But only their own voices came back in echoes. The sky grew dim, and the wind whistled through the branches.

Coco pressed his head against Sunny’s chest. Sunny tried to be brave, but his heart beat fast, like a little bird trapped in a cage.
 “Don’t worry,” Sunny said softly. “Mama will find us.”