Shuffle shuffle crunch. Finn the bear cub climbed up a rocky trail. The ground was rough under his paws. Pebbles rolled when he stepped. He looked up at the tall cliffs above him.

“Wow,” Finn said softly. “These mountains look so strong. I wonder how long they’ve been here.”

Then, crack! A tiny pebble popped loose and rolled down the slope. Clatter clatter plink! It stopped beside Finn’s paw. Finn blinked in surprise.

“Maybe mountains are not as still as they look,” he said.

Rue the bluebird fluttered down and landed on a smooth ledge. Flap flap. She tilted her head at Finn.

“Wind, rain, and ice shape the mountains all the time,” Rue said. “Even small things can change the stone.”

Finn frowned gently. “But mountains are so big. How can tiny things make a difference?”

Rue pointed with her wing. Drip drip. Water ran down a thin crack in the rock.

“When water slips into cracks and freezes,” she said, “it pushes the rock apart. Little pieces break off.”

Whoosh. A gust of wind swept past them, carrying dust and sand.

Rue chirped, “Wind brings tiny grains that scrape the cliffs. Over many years, cliffs turn into slopes. Slopes turn into valleys.”

Finn placed his paw on the rock wall. It felt rough and warm from the sun.

“So the mountain is always changing,” he said. “Right under my paws.”

He touched his chest. “That makes me feel strong too. Maybe small things I do can make a change if I keep going.”

The breeze moved through the stones and grass. Shhhh. It sounded almost like the mountain was answering.