In the heart of the Serengeti beneath a sky streaked with gold and lavender a young elephant named Tembo wandered along. He hadnt meant to stray. One moment he was playing by the river splashing water with his trunk; the next the distant trumpets of his herd had faded into the rustling grass and the whisper of wind. Tembo was lost. The savannah was vast and unfamiliar. Trees twisted like ancient dancers and shadows stretched long and strange. But Tembo was brave. He remembered what his mother once told him: follow the sun when youre lost, it always leads you home. So he walked through tall grass that brushed his ears past curious gazelles and cautious cheetahs. Night fell and the stars blinked awake. Tembo curled beneath an acacia tree, his big ears twitching at every sound. At dawn a low rumble stirred the earth. Not thunder, but voices; elephants. With a cry that shook the trees Tembo charged forward. And there they were, his family. His mothers eyes filled with tears as she wrapped her trunk around him. The herd rumbled their joy circling him with love. Tembo was home. And though hed been lost hed also discovered something new: the courage in his own heart.