Pip is ready to set a trap. He puts on his pack. Careful not to push the pin, Pip!

Pip finds a tall hill to practise parachuting — the steep green i-hill. He loves to hang high, so high in the sky.

Things that go up must come down. Pip looks for a place to land. He finds a low place.

Pip lands. He walks around the low place. He scratches his head. Pip knows this place!

He climbs a tree and parachutes down. Oh no! Pip falls down, down — through his own trapdoor!

Luckily, Pip was not hurt. He kept his parachute. But a parachute cannot help him go up! Pip is stuck! Quick! How can we help Pip?

Yes! Push the pin, Pip! Turn on your jetpack. Puff, pop — up and around!

Pip goes up, then around. Up and around. Again and again. Pip is having fun!

Pip looked at the path he had made — the contrails in the earth. The bowl was above the ground. The stem falls all the way down through the ground. Can you think of words that start with p?

A p! Pip had made a p with his whole journey. Down, up, and around.

Later, Pip started to think. Yes, it was fun for Pip to fall with a parachute. But what about Bam the lamb? Bam did not have a parachute. Bam must have felt scared. Bam never made a bleat. That made Pip feel bad. Pip promised himself to talk to Bam. But...the next day. Bam! Bam fell in a new trap.

But the next day — Bam found a new trap.