RAYMAN

RAYMAN

RAYMAN woke beneath a giant oak and heard no morning song. The Moonbell, whose silver chime woke the forest each day, had vanished from its wooden tower.

A tiny firefly named Luma zipped in circles above him. “I saw a sparkle roll toward the Whispering Brook,” she buzzed, so RAYMAN bounced after her, his floating feet pattering over mossy stones.

At the brook, they found the Moonbell stuck inside a hollow log, chiming only little hiccup sounds. RAYMAN tried pulling, pushing, and even tickling the log, but the bell would not budge.

Then Luma shone her warm light through a crack. RAYMAN saw a knot of vines holding the bell, so he gently untangled each green loop until—ting!—the Moonbell flew free. RAYMAN carried it back to the tower just as pink sunlight touched the treetops. When the bell rang bright and clear, leaves shimmered, flowers opened, and Luma danced in golden loops. RAYMAN smiled, because the forest’s best music was not just the bell, but friends helping together.