The ship plunged into the depths of the trees. It smashed through branch after branch, vine after vine, until finally it bombed into the ground, sending bamboo flying in every direction!  

  Pan plummeted to the ground, and landed jam-splat in the middle of the scene! But that didn’t stop her from rising to her feet shakily and hobbling off into the rainforest. ‘OZZY?’ she howled into the forest. ‘OZZY?’ After a few seconds, a muffled cry sounded from the bushes: ‘PAN? Is that you?’  

‘Yes!’ 

‘Where are you?’  

‘I’m over here, in this bamboo clump!’ Pan called into the forest. There was a rustle, then the sound of leaves crunching underfoot, then, Ozzy hopped into the bamboo. ‘OZZY! You’re alive!’ wailed Pan happily. 

‘Of course I am! You didn’t really think I was dead did you?’ said Ozzy. 

‘Yes! I did!’ exclaimed Pan! 

‘Well, have you seen the crew?’ asked Ozzy, looking around. But there was no sign of the crew. All Pan could see was the rainforest. ‘Let’s go and look, come on!’ squealed Ozzy excitedly, and began ploughing through the thick green hair of the jungle. Pan trotted obediently after her. As she walked, she began to appreciate the scene around her. This was a rainforest, and because she had been so busy and panicked when she had landed, she had not really noticed. All around, the beauty of nature was bringing the forest alive. To the left of her, two margay cubs were crouched in a massive tree together, one of them was plump, the other one skinny, they appeared to be siblings. To the right, a tiny rainbow spider, the size of Pan’s fingernail was doing what seemed to be a dance along a branch, it was very cute. She was amazed at the height of the trees that towered high above her head; they were far taller than the trees in the forest. She shuddered to imagine her two kittens trying to climb them after all, they loved climbing trees, especially Pixie. ‘AH! Quiet down will you?’ yelled Ozzy into the trees as a golden fluffy monkey swung through the trees, howling loudly! ‘I don’t think it will,’ began Pan, ‘after all, it’s a howler monkey, what do you expect?’ Ozzy shrugged, a defeated look creeping slowly across her face. Suddenly, Pan spun around, a glimmer of hope flickering inside her, as she heard the gentle: Splash, splish, splosh of…’THE SEA!’ wailed Ozzy in delight, flinging herself at the golden sand in front of the vast ocean. ‘My baby!’ she howled, scooping up a handful of water.  

   ‘I wouldn’t be delighted if I were you.’ came a voice from behind them. Pan and Ozzy leapt around, to see… nothing. All they could see was the trees, swaying gently in the breeze, and the golden monkey sitting in the tree calmly, his long silky tail dangling pathetically off the branch, his blue eyes wide. Ozzy looked at Pan, ‘Who said that?’ she demanded into the trees, ‘I am armed with a shell!’ she yelled, wielding a stripy shell above her head. Pan, however, had drawn her attention to the howler monkey, who was now hanging upside down from the branch, one curious sea-blue eyes staring right at her. Pan nudged Ozzy in the ribs, and gestured towards the monkey. ‘What?’ questioned Ozzy. But her question was answered when the monkey leapt round from the tree, opened his mouth, and said: ‘Hello!’