Zulu felt deeply unhappy in the city and fled into the forest.

At first, she was defenceless and alone.
In the city, everything was within reach —
in the forest, even a tiny berry could take hours to find.
Though she was tired and sad, Zulu was determined never to return.

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She lived for years without harming a single creature,
and in return, the forest taught her how to face life’s hardships gently —
to move with patience, to breathe with calm.

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In that peace, a quiet sadness grew.
She wanted to share what the forest had given her.
So, with her own hands, Zulu prepared boxes —
each filled with goodness and calm —
and left them at the doorsteps of the people in the city.
Then, she would return to her forest, silently, before dawn.

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One morning, she awoke to find the animals gathered around her.
When she stood, she felt a strange warmth,
a power she had never known before.
The forest had crowned her.
Smiling softly, Zulu spread her wings —
and rose into the light, carrying the forest within her.