Varka bravely looked up at the tall old tree and softly pleaded, “Grandpa Old Tree, please, please let the little prince go.”

However, Grandpa Old Tree did not respond, but slowly closed its wrinkled “eyes,” as if lost in thought, or perhaps expressing its displeasure.

Varka was pacing back and forth anxiously. He knew that although Grandpa Old Tree was usually gentle, once it got angry, no one could persuade it.

Suddenly, he remembered a good idea, a secret weapon that might make Grandpa Old Tree smile again. He quietly approached the old tree, his heart filled with anticipation.

A brilliant smile appeared on Farga's face, and he said, “Grandpa Old Tree, don't be angry anymore! I'll tell you the funniest joke, I promise it will make you happy!”

Farga began to vividly tell the joke. He imitated the movements and sounds of various small animals, making the story come alive and captivating.

As Grandpa Old Tree listened, its tightly closed “eyes” slowly opened a crack. Then, its branches and leaves began to tremble slightly.

Finally, it couldn't resist and let out a “haha” laugh, even its branches swayed gently as if dancing.

With Grandpa Old Tree's laughter, the vines that tightly bound the little prince also miraculously loosened. They softly drooped down like gentle green ribbons.

Farga was quick. He nimbly climbed onto a branch and carefully untied the last vine. His movements were gentle, afraid of hurting the little prince.

The little prince gently landed on the ground. He lowered his head and said softly, “I'm sorry, Grandpa Old Tree, I shouldn't have accidentally hurt you.”

Farga smiled and reached out, gently taking the little prince's hand, and warmly said, “Let's be good friends now and protect this beautiful forest together, okay?”

The little prince nodded vigorously, his eyes shining with determination. He bowed deeply to Grandpa Old Tree and Farga, vowing to cherish every plant and animal.

The forest returned to its usual vitality. Little birds sang, squirrels chased each other, and butterflies danced. Farga and the prince laughed happily together.

The Queen bestowed the title of knight upon Varka. From then on, Varka and the prince together protected this beautiful forest as its most respected guardians.