Fifi the fox felt fantastic on Friday. She found five fluffy feathers for her fort.

"Fifi!" called her friend Fluff the fish. "Feel like having fun today?"

Fifi flipped her tail. "Of course! I'm fixing my fort with these fine feathers!"

Fluff flopped out of his small pool. "I can't help. I have no fingers, just fins!"

Fifi laughed. "That's fine, Fluff. You can watch from half way up the hill."

They went off to the forest to find more stuff for the fort. Fifi filled her bag with stiff sticks and soft moss.

"Look!" gasped Fluff. "A frog in a chef's hat!"

It was Fred the frog, flipping flapjacks on a flat rock.

"Fred! What are you doing?" asked Fifi.

"I'm making food for my family," puffed Fred. "Fifty flapjacks!"

A gust of wind lifted Fred's chef hat off his head. It flew up and got stuck in a tree!

"My hat!" cried Fred. His face fell with grief.

"Don't fret," said Fifi. She jumped up the tree, swift as a leaf in the wind.

But the branch was too frail! It snapped with a HUFF sound!

Fifi fell right on top of the flapjacks! FLOP!

Flapjacks flew everywhere! One landed on Fluff. One fell on Fred. Five went up in the air and came down on Fifi's head!

Everyone was silent for a moment. Then Fred began to laugh. Fluff laughed too. Soon, they were all rolling on the forest floor.

"Best flapjack fight ever!" said Fred.

And after that, they all helped finish Fifi's feather fort, which was the fanciest fort in the whole forest!