Every day, she would dare to roam the grassland, with a carefree air.

One day, while Claire was enjoying her fare of grapes and pears, she spotted a pair of hares. They were in a bit of a fuss, trying to share a single piece of lettuce.

Claire approached them with a smile.

"Why don't you both share and enjoy for a while?" she said.

The hares looked at each other, and then back at Claire, "That's a great idea. We wouldn't dare to be unfair."

Claire felt happy. She had helped the hares.

She kept on her journey, walking with an airy step. But soon, she felt a tear in her foot.

Claire didn't despair, she knew she had to take care. She sat on a chair and carefully removed the sharp stone stuck there.

The next day, Claire felt a lot better. She went on a walk to get some fresh air.

Along the way, she saw a flare in the sky – it was an airplane, flying high.

Claire stared at it in awe, hoping that one day, she too could soar.

Then, Claire saw a big hot air balloon in the sky.

She wished she could fly high in the air, just like the balloon, without a care.

But for now, she was content with her mountain lair, her friends, and the fresh mountain air.

Claire kept on living in her mountain lair, always ready to help and share. She wore a crown of flowers in her hair, given to her by the grateful hares.