Rago sprang lightly from one branch to the other until he reached the oak tree in which Goni slept.
He had to be very quiet so the panthers would not hear him.
Not a sound did he make so lightly did he go, and soon he reached the tree in which Goni slept.
“Wake up, Goni, wake up, Goni,” whispered Rago. “The panthers are at the foot of these trees.”
Goni sat up and began to cry. She was very frightened. “Hush, hush, sister,” whispered Rago, “the panthers will hear you. Come, we must go to another part of the forest.”
“Where is mother?” cried Goni.
“She is coming with baby sister,” whispered Rago. “Hurry, spring lightly, so the panthers will not hear you.”
Rago and Goni did not stop to dress, for they wore no clothing.
Very nimbly they sprang from branch to branch and soon they reached another part of the forest.