. Denny the quiet giraffe.

​Denny the Quiet Giraffe​Once upon a time, there lived a sweet little giraffe named Denny. Denny was a friendly fellow with a sunny smile and the tallest neck in the whole savanna.​Denny loved to play with all the other animals, but there was one small problem: Denny couldn't make a sound.​When the playful monkeys would screech, "OOO-OOO-AAA!" and the happy hippos would snort, "Hoo-Hoo!", Denny would try his very best to join in.​He’d stretch his long neck and take a huge breath:"Mee-moo-m..."But all that came out was a quiet little 'of'. It was a simple sound, not at all like the booming noises his friends made.​"How does a giraffe make sounds?" 


Denny wondered. He thought and thought, but nothing popped into his mind.​One day, he tried to talk to his friends, the zebra and the elephant. He tried to tell them about a bright red berry he'd found, but it only came out as a silent wiggle of his ears. It didn't work!​Feeling a little sad, Denny wandered down to the river. There, he met a great, big hippopotamus floating in the cool water.​Denny had a new idea. He looked at the hippopotamus and tried to push a greeting out of his mouth. Instead of a word, he simply nodded his tall head and gave a gentle, friendly wave with his long neck.​The hippopotamus smiled back and waved his huge, stubby tail in return! "Hi!" his wave seemed to say.​Denny was happy! Even though he couldn't speak in the loud way others did, he found a way to say hello.​It was getting late. The bright sun had gone to bed, and the moon was hanging like a giant coin in the sky. Denny decided to go back to his own cozy bed under a tall acacia tree.​He curled up, closed his eyes, and drifted off to sleep.​In the middle of the night, something amazing popped up in his dream. He dreamed he was making the most joyful, loudest noise he had ever heard!​When Denny woke up the next morning, he tried it out. He took a breath, and out came a WONDERFUL, WOOFY SOUND!

 It wasn't a roar or a screech—it was Denny's very own, brand-new noise!​He ran to his friends, and before they could even say good morning, he shouted his new happy sound.​He could talk! He could make noise! He could say, "Hi!"​From that day on, Denny the giraffe always had something to say. And he was so glad he decided to try and try until he found his own special way to speak.​The End

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