Nia was a young cartographer. She loved to draw maps of the misty river valley. One morning, a big storm came. The storm washed away the old wooden bridge. Nia saw the broken bridge and felt sad. The people in the village needed to cross the river.
Nia put on her boots and walked to the river. She saw a baker near the bakery. The baker gave her a warm loaf of bread. "The bridge is gone," the baker said. "We cannot cross." Nia smiled and said, "Small steps still cross big rivers." She learned that every big problem has small answers.