Kiwi and Taro made a bridge. They used sticks and vines. Tippy-toe, tippy-toe. They walked across. It was a good little bridge.
But along came Tang the Orange Possum! Boing, boing, boing! Tang jumped on the little bridge. The sticks went CRACK! The bridge broke. SPLASH! Tang fell in the water.
“Oopsie,” said Tang, shaking his wet fur. “The bridge was not strong enough.” Kiwi looked at all their friends on the other side of the stream. They needed a BIG, STRONG bridge for everyone.
Should they use big logs? Thump! Too heavy! Should everyone swing on vines? Whee! Too tricky! Should everyone swim? Splash! Too wet!
The friends felt sad. They sat down by the tall, green bamboo stalks. Kiwi looked at the bamboo. It was skinny, but it was super strong. Kiwi gasped. He had a big, bright idea! “BAMBOO!” he shouted.
All the friends came to help. Snip, snip, snap! They cut the bamboo. Tap, tap, tie! They built the new bridge together.
It was the best bridge ever! It was long. It was strong. It was perfect. All the forest friends could cross the stream safely. Hooray for Kiwi! And hooray for the super-strong bamboo bridge!