Pip spent a lot of time hiding in the tall grass, watching Leo. He noticed how everyone jumped when Leo growled and how fast he could sprint across the plains. Pip looked at his own tiny, twitchy nose and felt like a small fry.

“It’s the mustache,” Pip whispered to a passing butterfly. “Look at those long, silver whiskers. They’re like antennas for power! If I can just grab one, maybe I’ll grow to be six feet tall and get a cool roar instead of this squeak.”

One Tuesday, Pip decided it was Mission: Mustache.

He found Leo snoring under an acacia tree. Each time Leo exhaled, his whiskers fluttered like the wings of a bird. Pip crept up, his heart thumping like a drum. He stood on his tiptoes, reached out his tiny paws, and YANKED.

Leo’s eyes flew open—huge, golden, and very, very surprised.

“Got it!” Pip yelled, hanging onto the whisker like a professional bull rider. “I feel the power! Give me the strength of the leopard!”

Leo blinked, looking down at the tiny rabbit attached to his face. “Uh, Pip? What are you doing?”

“I’m taking your power!” Pip shouted, trying to sound like a tough guy (which is hard when you’re the size of a potato). “Once I pull this off, I’ll be the fastest, strongest rabbit in the USA!”

Leo let out a long, slow whistle. “Is that what you think? You think my power is in my whiskers?”

“Isn’t it?” Pip asked, losing a bit of his grip.

“Pip, these whiskers just help me feel the wind and keep me from bumping into trees in the dark,” Leo chuckled, his deep voice vibrating right through Pip’s paws. “My real ‘power’ comes from being confident. But honestly? You’ve got way more of that than I do.”

Pip let go, sliding down to the grass. “I do?”

“Kid,” Leo said, leaning down so they were eye-to-eye. “You just walked up to a leopard and pulled his hair. I’ve got claws and teeth, and I’m still afraid of spiders. You’re not afraid of anything! That’s a superpower even I don’t have.”

Pip looked at his paws. He didn’t feel six feet tall, and he definitely didn’t have a roar. But he realized Leo was right. He didn’t need a magic mustache to be bold—he was already the bravest guy on the savanna.

“So…” Pip said, puffing out his chest. “I don’t need the whisker?”

“Keep the whisker for a souvenir if you want,” Leo smiled. “But you’ve already got the power.”

Pip didn’t take the whisker. Instead, he gave Leo’s nose a friendly “high-five” and bounced away. He realized he didn’t want to be a leopard; being a fearless rabbit was much more fun.