But nobody heard him. Suddenly, a gust of wind whipped up a cloud of snow and Nico lost sight of the sleigh. When the snow settled again, he was alone among the trees.
He tried to go back the way he had come, but every path looked the same. He flew toward a hill, then toward a valley and finally landed beside a frozen stream. He was lost.
“What if I never find my way back?” he wondered, his ears drooping.
Then he heard a small noise. Under a bush was a little bird shivering with cold.
“What’s wrong?” asked Nico.
“The wind blew my nest down. I can’t reach the branch where my family was,” answered the little bird.
Nico looked up. The nest was on a low branch, but the little bird couldn’t reach it. The reindeer went up to the tree, carefully pushed aside the snowy branches and let the little bird climb up his back. From there, the little one hopped onto a safe branch.
“Thank you! Can I help you with anything?” asked the little bird.
“I’m looking for the way back to the North Pole.”
The little bird fluttered its wings. “I know someone who can help you. Follow me!”