15th Oct 2024
In a green forest full of tall trees and bright flowers, there lived a wise old owl named Oliver. He sat high up in an old oak tree, watching everything. Oliver knew many things and was kind to all the animals. Below his tree, in a cozy burrow, lived a little mouse named Mia. Mia was small and gray with big bright eyes, always curious about the world around her.
One lovely evening, the sky turned orange and purple as the sun set. Mia peeked out of her burrow and saw twinkling stars starting to glow. She wanted to know more about them. Excited, she ran up to Oliver’s tree, looking up at him. "Oliver! Oliver!" she squeaked. "What are those sparkling lights in the sky?"
Oliver opened one eye and smiled down at Mia, his feathers soft and brown. "Those are stars," he said wisely. "They are far away but shine brightly to help travelers find their way home." Mia's eyes grew big with wonder, imagining the stars helping animals. "But how do they shine? Can I touch them?"
Oliver chuckled softly, his voice warm like a hug. "You can’t touch them, little one, but you can learn from them. Each star has its own story, waiting for a friend like you to listen." So, Mia asked Oliver to share stories about the stars. For hours, he told tales of brave constellations and lost comets. Mia listened closely, her imagination soaring high like the stars in the sky.
As the night deepened, Mia felt a warm glow inside. "Thank you for your stories, Oliver! I want to learn more!" The wise old owl smiled gently. "Remember, Mia, learning is like shining a star; it gets brighter when shared, but it also needs patience. And if you forget, you must ask again. Curiosity is a journey!" As the sun rose and painted the forest gold, Mia ran back to her burrow, ready to explore and learn more every day.
