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It was Bella the Bluebird. "You've come so far, Timmy! Are you going to keep going?" "My legs are tired, Bella. The top is still so far away." "The mountain never gives up holding itself up," said Bella, "not for one single second. And neither should you." Timmy smiled. "Then I won't give up either." But just then, the sky turned grey. Big dark clouds rolled in. The wind began to blow. Then came the rain. Down in the valley, Hector looked up from his warm burrow.