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But when he sees new friends playing a bright, whirling game, his heart wants to join while his feet want to hide. With help from a wise willow tree, Pipkin learns that courage can begin with one small hello—and that friendship is not a basket that gets full, but a big sky with room for every color.",12,"",6,"the brave little turtle.The little turtle was playing in the park when it saw some new children playing soccer. It really wanted to join in, but it was too shy. 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