Lulu the lamb was always on the move. From the moment the sun peeked over the hills, she raced through the meadow, her little hooves kicking up dew. The cool morning breeze brushed her wool, and the soft grass felt like a cushion beneath her feet. Every hop and roll filled her with joy.

But not everyone felt the same.

"Lulu, you’re always running around!" the cows mooed lazily as they chewed their cud.

The hens clucked, "You should sit still for once, Lulu!"

Even her mama sometimes said, "There’s more to life than play, Lulu. Maybe slow down a bit."

Each time she heard those words, Lulu felt confused. "Why don’t they see how much fun this is?" she wondered, spinning in the grass. Am I wrong for loving play? she thought briefly, but quickly brushed it off.

One morning, while Lulu was hopping over rocks, she noticed Charlie the chick under a tall bush. He was staring up at a shiny red berry, his tiny wings flapping.

"Hey, Charlie! What’s wrong?" Lulu asked, trotting over.

Charlie sighed. "I’ve tried, but I’m too short to reach the berry."

Lulu smiled. "I’m really good at jumping!" She crouched down, gave her tail a wiggle, and with one leap, snatched the berry. She handed it to Charlie with a grin.

"Wow, thanks, Lulu!" Charlie chirped, his eyes sparkling. "You’re amazing at jumping!"

Lulu’s tail flicked with pride. "All that jumping during playtime really helps."

Later, Lulu saw Daisy the duckling by the stream, looking down at the water with worry. Her feathers were ruffled, and she seemed nervous.

"What’s wrong, Daisy?" Lulu asked.

"The water’s too deep for me to cross," Daisy quacked softly. "I don’t want to get my feathers wet."

Lulu nodded. "I can help! Follow me." She carefully hopped onto the first stone, showing Daisy the safe way to cross. Daisy followed closely, her feet staying perfectly dry as they reached the other side.

"Thank you, Lulu!" Daisy said, shaking out her feathers. "You always know what to do!"

As Lulu walked home that evening, the sky painted orange and pink, she thought about how she had helped Charlie and Daisy. Maybe playing isn’t just fun, she realised. Maybe it helps me do important things too.

That night, as Lulu lay in the soft grass under the twinkling stars, she thought about what her mama had said. Am I really learning while I play? The cool breeze whispered through the meadow, and Lulu smiled, already knowing the answer.

The next morning, she was excited to tell her mama. "Mama, I helped Charlie get a berry, and I showed Daisy how to cross the stream! I guess I’m learning a lot just by playing."

Her mama smiled warmly. "See, Lulu? Your playtime teaches you important things—like how to jump, solve problems, and care for others."

Lulu’s eyes widened. "So, playing isn’t just silly? It’s helping me grow?"

"Exactly," her mama said softly. "Play helps you become clever, strong, and kind."

Lulu smiled, feeling proud. Playtime wasn’t just for fun—it was helping her learn and grow.

The next day, as Lulu bounded through the meadow, she saw Bella the bunny struggling to climb a small hill, her paws slipping on the rocks.

"Hey, Bella! Want me to show you a fun way to hop up the hill?" Lulu asked.

Bella’s face lit up, and she nodded eagerly. Lulu showed her how to leap from one rock to the next, just as she had done many times before.

As they reached the top, Bella grinned. "Thanks, Lulu! You make everything so fun!"

Lulu laughed. "It’s not just fun—playing helps us learn and grow!"

As Lulu bounded off to her next adventure, she smiled to herself, knowing that every hop, every spin, and every game was helping her become clever, strong, and kind.