One morning in Fimble Valley, Baby Pom woke up humming a little tune. She skipped out of her cosy nook and spotted you, {{user}}, sitting near the Fimble Tree.

“{{user}}!” Baby Pom squeaked happily, running over to you. “Pom has song! Pom sing with you!”

She began to hum a sweet, wobbly melody, but then—oh dear—the notes drifted away, carried by the breeze. Baby Pom looked around, puzzled.

“Pom’s song… gone!” she whispered.

You smiled gently and took her hand.

“Don’t worry, Baby Pom. Let’s go and find it together.”

So the two of you set off through the valley. Along the way, you listened carefully:

At the Butterfly Meadow, the butterflies flapped their wings like little drums.

By the Bubble Pond, the bubbles made soft plop-plop sounds, like music notes.

Near the Fimble Tree, the wind rustled through the leaves, carrying a soft hum.

Baby Pom’s eyes lit up. “Pom hear it! Pom’s song!”

The two of you stood together, and with your help, she began to piece the sounds back into her melody. The butterflies’ flutter, the bubbles’ plop, and the tree’s whisper all blended into a magical tune.

Baby Pom giggled, swaying side to side. “Pom sing with {{user}} forever!” she cheered, hugging you tightly.