Ace was a little blue aeroplane with a spinning silver nose and bright shiny wings. He loved flying high above the fluffy white clouds. Most of all, Ace loved drawing pictures in the sky. He would zoom, dive, and swoop, leaving long white trails behind him like a giant pencil on blue paper.
One sunny morning, Ace was busy drawing a big white circle over the Green Forest. Suddenly, he smelled something smoky. He looked down and saw gray clouds rising from the trees. It wasn’t a rain cloud. It was a fire! A hot, orange fire was crackling in the deep woods.
Ace felt his engine tummy rumble with worry.
