Leila awoke especially early. She raced up her olive tree, her safe space, and cried and cried. She felt that last night was all her fault.

“Why are you crying?” Charlie asked her.

She told him all about the tigers and the cheetahs hurting the leopards.

“Leila, I want to give you a cuddle but I can’t reach you.” Charlie said. Instead, he stood on the ground beneath her, wondering how he could help.

Charlie’s friends came over to see what the matter was. The other cheetahs saw Leila crying and listened to her story. They said they felt very sorry for her. They said they did not realise that some grown-up cheetahs were so mean. They sent paper aeroplane after paper aeroplane laden with bandages and plasters and medicine for Leila’s father, because there was no hospital or chemist on the leopard side of the wall.

Eventually, the tigers chased the nice cheetah children away, and Leila crawled sadly down her tree to look after her father. When she got home, she discovered her new paints were missing and that made her even more sad.