Chris followed his dad and sister Emma as they walked through the city zoo-but all he could think about was how his life was going to change because they were moving to a different town.

"Enjoying your last visit to this zoo?" asked Dad.

Chris shrugged. "I practically know the information about these animals by heart." He sighed. "The hippo is responsible for more deaths in the wild than any other animal. The flamingos are pink because of the shrimp they eat. The bears . . ."

Dad interrupted him. "I guess you won't miss the zoo when we move to Smithville."

"Not as much as I'll miss my friends and school," said Chris. "I really don't want to move."

Dad nodded understandingly. "I'll miss the impalas," he said after a moment.

Chris looked up in surprise. "The impalas?" he asked. "Sometimes I think they're the dumbest animals here." He pointed. "Look, there they are-over there. Do you know why they don't have cages?"

"Why?" asked Emma.

"Because they're big chickens," said Chris. "They're great jumpers, but they won't jump unless they can see where their feet will land. All they need is a small hedge around them, and they'll never escape."

"Is that true, Dad?" asked Emma.

"I believe so," agreed Dad. He smiled. "If you were an impala, would you jump, Chris?"

"I would," said Emma.

"Except that if we were impalas," said Chris, "we probably wouldn't know enough to jump, either."

"What if you were a twelve-year-old boy, who was scared to move because you didn't know what it would be like?" asked Dad. "What if your parents told you it would be okay and you just had to trust them-and trust God. Would you jump to the new place?"

"Well, I . . . okay, I get the point," said Chris after a moment. "I guess I can't live inside a hedge forever."

"Not if God has a better place," Dad agreed.

"Okay, I'll jump," said Chris. "Come on. Lets go see the impalas. Maybe we can convince them to jump, too."