Jung had a plan. He took a big leap and hung on the rim.

Jung did not let go. With a big push, he got out of the pit.

Jung was glad. He sang a song.

But then, Jung saw a big bug. It was on his pad!

With a swift swing, Jung swatted the bug away.

Jung then took a deep huff. He was not scared of bugs.

Jung felt brave. He was the king of his pond.

That night, Jung slept well. He had a long day.

In his dreams, Jung was still the king and had a golden ring.