It was a hot, sunny afternoon in the jungle, and Bibi could feel the heat radiating through the leaves. He wiped the sweat from his brow and gazed longingly at the sparkling river nearby. “A swim would be perfect right now,” he thought, but there was just one problem—Dad had told him not to go swimming alone.
“You need someone to watch over you, Bibi. It’s for your safety,” Dad had said that morning.

But Bibi wasn’t in the mood to wait. “I’m a great swimmer!” he muttered to himself. “I don’t need anyone to watch me.”
Determined to have some fun, Bibi came up with a sneaky plan. While Dad was busy organizing the toolshed, Bibi grabbed his little towel and his favorite floating toy, a bright yellow duck. He tiptoed out of the house, making sure not to make a sound, and darted toward the river.
When he reached the water’s edge, Bibi couldn’t contain his excitement. He tossed his towel onto a nearby rock and jumped into the cool, refreshing water with a big splash. “Ahh, this is amazing!” he said, paddling around with his yellow duck.
Bibi splashed and played, pretending to be a brave explorer crossing the jungle’s biggest river. He even tried diving under the water to pick up shiny stones from the riverbed. “I’m like a fish!” he said, laughing.
But as Bibi floated on his back, he heard a voice calling from the distance. “Bibi! Where are you?”
It was Dad! Bibi’s heart raced. He quickly swam to the edge of the river and hid behind a large bush, clutching his duck.
“Bibi!” Dad called again, his voice sounding closer.
Bibi stayed as quiet as possible, but the sound of dripping water gave him away. Dad followed the noise and soon found Bibi crouched behind the bush, his fur soaked and his floating toy peeking out from under his arm.
“Bibi!” Dad exclaimed, both relieved and stern. “What are you doing here? I told you not to go swimming alone!”
Bibi hung his head, feeling guilty. “I’m sorry, Dad. It was so hot, and I just wanted to cool off. I didn’t think it would be a big deal.”
Dad knelt down and put a hand on Bibi’s shoulder. “I understand, Bibi. Swimming is fun, but safety comes first. What if something had happened and no one was there to help you?”
Bibi nodded. “You’re right, Dad. I won’t do it again.”
Dad smiled and stood up. “Tell you what—let’s swim together now. That way, you’ll be safe, and we can both enjoy the water.”
Bibi’s face lit up. “Really?”
“Really,” Dad said, taking off his shoes and stepping into the river.
The two splashed and laughed together, turning a sneaky adventure into a cherished memory.