leaving!” Soon Snowy boards a tiny plane and falls asleep. The bright sun wakes him up. He looks through the window and whispers, “What beautiful Northern Lights!” Zebra, the stewardess, hears him and smiles, “It can't be! We are getting near Africa.” Snowy gets confused but when the plane lands little bear cub forgets about everything. He goes out of the plane, steps on a big yellow ice floe and looks around. Ocean of colors! The birds are singing, the wind is hugging warmly, different animals are walking here and there. One is orange. He is huge and strong. “Just like my Daddy!”, thinks Snowy. The cub's feet are very hot, his coat is so heavy! He hides under the big old tree. The same moment a cloud of bright parrots flies up. “Just like the snowflakes!” thinks little bear. He closes his eyes and recalls cold and shiny white color. There is nothing better! One parrot sits on his shoulder and Snowy says, “Your land is great but my land is so different! Do you want to see it?” The bird answers, “I like to travel. My name is Jet.” “My name is Snowy. My parents will be glad to meet you, friend!” In the evening they are flying north. The same plane and the same zebra. Jet is sleeping and Snowy is drinking tea and thinking, “I'm coming home! I'm going to see my family!” He is happy