The Broken Bridge
- Mar 16
- 1 min read
Ffyo had walked the same path through the forest every day.
But one morning the bridge over the stream was gone.
She stomped her hooves. “Are you kidding me? I just need to get across!”
Walrus stepped beside her quietly.
“That’s frustrating,” he said calmly. “You expected the path to work like it always has.”
Ffyo snorted. “Well yeah! Now everything is messed up.”
Walrus nodded.
“The bridge washed out during the storm last night,” he explained.“The Rangers are already repairing it.”
Ffyo blinked.
“Oh… so it’s not just broken forever?”
Walrus smiled.
“No. In the meantime, there’s another trail ten steps that way. It will get you across safely.”
Ffyo took the new path.
And suddenly the whole situation felt different.
Because she hadn’t just been given a direction.
She had been heard, then informed,
then supported.
