Coloso Champi Coloso heard the screams. He felt the trembling of the earth. And he stopped feeling sad.
For Coloso Champi Coloso had learned what the valley had always known: the thing that makes you different is often the very thing that makes you a hero. coloso champi coloso
But Coloso was sad.
The old rabbit, the one whose burrow he had accidentally smashed, hopped forward. "Coloso Champi Coloso," she said, loud and clear. "You are not too strong. You are strong enough ." Coloso Champi Coloso heard the screams
After that, Coloso Champi Coloso retreated to a quiet, mossy hollow. "I am a monster," he whispered to a passing ladybug. "Too big. Too bright. Too… mushroomy." For Coloso Champi Coloso had learned what the
One by one, the soaked and shivering animals scrambled up the bank and behind the living mushroom dam. The rabbits hopped over his roots. The raccoons swung onto his stem. The otters flopped against his cap, catching their breath. Soon, every creature in the valley was huddled in the warm, dry bubble of safety behind Coloso Champi Coloso.
The worst was when he tried to join the river otters for a slide down the mudbank. He took a running (well, waddling) start, launched himself onto the mud… and promptly got stuck. His wide, flat cap acted like a giant suction cup. The otters had to fetch the beavers to gnaw him loose. It took three hours.