Hector is the perfect companion.
He was born on the Faubourg-Saint-Denis street in Paris. He had to learn to take care of himself from an early age, because his mother left one day never to return. Hector, also known as Totor by his friends, is very kind and very affectionate. He always tries to show off and moans a lot. He is talkative, likes to debate, and to tell funny stories. He enjoys whistling and speaks only in Parisian slang. He smokes twigs without ever coughing.

He always protects his friends from the grown-ups who bother them. One day, while he was fighting with a bully to defend his friend, he lost an ear. His friends all joined together to buy him a new one. That’s why he has a glow-in-the-dark ear.

Moses, nicknamed “Momo”, is an adorable hippopotamus who was born near Kampala, on the shores of Lake Victoria.
Unlike all the other hippos, Momo doesn’t know how to swim, because he’s very afraid of water.
So, Momo is always alone; he has no friends.
The other hippos, who splash and play in the lake, sometimes come over to try and get him to join in their games, but it never works.

Momo gets very bored and is often sad.
He walks along the edge of the lake, eats delicious juicy fruits that he finds under the trees, and uses his free time to take long naps in the sun.

One day, a little boy came up to him and asked:
"Why are you always all alone? Don’t you have any friends?"
Momo explained his situation to him.

The next day, the little boy came back with a beautiful float belt filled with small colorful floaties.
Momo thought the belt was very pretty and quickly put it around his belly.
The little boy told him it was a magic belt that would let him swim safely without ever drowning—and now he could go play with all his friends.

The float was indeed magical, because it let him cool off in the lake.
But the most important thing was that it helped him make lots of new hippo friends… and one very special human friend.

Since that day, you can often see the little boy riding on Momo the hippo’s back in Lake Victoria.

People think Piotr is Polish. No one actually really knows where he was born. He says he got lost from his pack and that after endless long walks and days in the northern forests, he arrived in the Alps.

Piotr is vegan and very gluttonous too. He spends his time eating fruit!

Just like all wolves, Piotr is very sociable. But here in the Alps, he hasn’t managed to make any wolf friends. He sometimes meets wild boars, squirrels and rabbits, but nothing ever serious. One day, he was told that children were great companions. So sometimes, at night, he approaches houses in the cities to observe the children sleeping in their cosy beds. When it’s his turn to go into his den to sleep, he dreams of having a child friend for life. A child to whom he could give big licks on their cheeks, and one that would caress and kiss him tenderly on his snout...

Indira was born on a summer night in a beautiful tropical forest in India. Unlike other black panthers, she suffered greatly from loneliness. In the dense jungle, she never encountered other panthers, and the animals she did meet fled at the sight of her, so afraid were they of being devoured. Her only pleasure was listening to the sounds of the forest: the singing of birds, the creaking of branches, the rustling of leaves, the cries of monkeys, and the calls of rare birds. Sometimes she heard the trumpeting of an elephant or the roar of a tiger. Thus, her daily wanderings were accompanied by these magnificent, exotic sounds. One day, Indira heard a very different sound—one she had never heard before. It was an enchanting and gentle melody. She couldn't help but follow it, and this new sound led her to the edge of the forest. There, she saw a little girl alone, playing a beautiful instrument called a sitar. Dazzled, Indira approached and stayed nearby. Surprisingly, the little girl was not afraid. From that day on, Indira and the little girl were never alone again. The girl played endlessly to please Indira, and Indira, proud to have such an extraordinary friend, watched over her and protected her from all dangers.

Daniel lived in Romania, in the heart of Maramureș, a magnificent region set between gentle mountains, deep forests and flowering meadows.
His passion was building and renovating burrows.
Each burrow was for him a small work of art, as meticulous as the carved portals of traditional Maramureș houses, so much so that all the rabbits in the region called on his talents.

Yet, despite his craftsmanship, Daniel felt that something was missing.
The burrows were cool, protective and cozy, perfect for hiding from foxes and birds of prey... but they were also dark, and didn't allow for the legendary beauty of Maramureș.

One evening, Daniel had an extraordinary idea:
what if a burrow made it possible to live underground... and above at the same time?

He began drawing, digging, imagining, and soon an invention never seen before in the valleys of Maramureș was born:
the very first burrow-gratte-ciel.
These new burrows were half underground, half aerial.

Above the burrow stood a light wooden tower, high enough to be out of reach of predators. At the very top, a large open bay offered an incredible view of the landscape.

The valley's rabbits were amazed.
At last, they could look out over golden hills, skyward-pointing wooden churches, fragrant fields and changing mountains, without ever fearing predators.

The inhabitants of Maramureș noticed these surprising constructions and understood that the rabbits in their valley were ingenious and full of mischief. So they decided to protect them.

From then on, rabbits felt at ease with humans.
Children came to visit them, play with them and stroke their ears, instead of locking them up in hutches.
And of course, eating them was forbidden.

Tony wasn’t young anymore; no one really knew how old he was, since people had been talking about him forever. They said he was huge and that he ate children who lived in the villages by Lake Victoria and wandered too close. He had become a legend, a bit like the Loch Ness Monster.

Sylvia, a bold and adventurous little girl, lived and went to school near Kampala. She always took a shortcut along the lake. Every morning and evening, she would stop to rest on the same big tree trunk, which was comfortable, neither too hard nor too soft. Tony, on the other hand, loved to lounge by the lake.

One day, he was surprised by Sylvia, who—without any fear or hesitation—climbed onto him to eat her snack. So Tony was Sylvia’s tree trunk! And he thought she was different because she wasn’t afraid of him. Since Tony was always alone—everyone ran from him—he was deeply touched that Sylvia (who had no idea she was sitting on a crocodile) came back to sit on his back every day. Tony didn’t know how to tell her he was Tony the Crocodile. He decided to stay quiet, carefully stood up with Sylvia still on his back, and slowly but surely made his way toward the school. Sylvia found this super convenient, fast, and relaxing.

From that day on, Tony—who had actually never eaten a child, only hyper-protein lake plants—took Sylvia and all the children to school every day. Tony was no longer alone. And of course, the children, thrilled, kept the secret to avoid being punished by their parents—who would have been impossible to reassure.