High above the rolling green hills of the savanna, the clouds looked like giant scoops of vanilla ice cream. Most animals were busy napping in the shade, but not these two.
The giraffe—who was much better at reaching high leaves than staying hidden—had a brilliant idea. “If I duck my head low enough,” he whispered, his big teeth gleaming in a goofy grin, “we’ll look just like a very tall, very orange hill!”
The little monkey, perched right between the giraffe’s ears, giggled and covered his mouth with a furry hand. From up there, he could see everything. He saw the elephants splashing at the watering hole and the zebras racing through the tall grass.
“Do you think they’re looking for us yet?” the monkey squeaked, leaning forward to peek over the giraffe’s long neck.
The giraffe let out a low, rumbling chuckle that made the monkey bounce. “They’ve looked behind the baobab trees and inside the tall reeds. But nobody ever thinks to look for a giraffe who’s pretending to be a mountain!”
Just then, a colorful butterfly fluttered past the giraffe’s nose. He squeezed his eyes shut and held his breath, trying not to sneeze. If he let out a “ker-choo,” the whole plan would be ruined!
They sat very still, watching the sun begin to turn the sky into a glowy peach color. It was the best hiding spot in the world, not because they were invisible, but because they were together, watching the world go by from the very best seat in the house.
