19th Aug 2025
High up in the sky, far beyond the clouds, lived a tiny star named Twinkle. Twinkle was the smallest star in the whole sky, but she had the brightest smile. One night, while dancing with her star friends, she exclaimed, "Look at me! I'm the best dancer!" As she spun and twirled, Twinkle slipped and tumbled down, down, down — all the way to Earth!
She landed softly in a green meadow filled with flowers. "Where am I?" Twinkle wondered, glancing around and spotting a bunny nibbling grass. "Hello, little star," said the bunny, twitching its nose. "You’re on Earth! What are you doing here?" "I fell," said Twinkle sadly. "But I don’t know how to get back to the sky." The bunny thought for a moment and suggested, "Maybe the wise old owl can help!" So Twinkle followed the bunny to a tall oak tree.
At the base of the oak tree, the wise old owl blinked awake, eyes gleaming in the moonlight. "Who, who is there?" he hooted softly. "It’s me, Twinkle, the little star," Twinkle replied. "I need to find my way back home to the sky." The owl fluffed his feathers thoughtfully and said, "The wind can guide you, dear star. Follow its gentle song."
Twinkle thanked the wise owl and listened carefully. She heard a soft whisper, like a lullaby, rustling through the leaves. "This way," it seemed to hum. With newfound hope, she followed the wind's song, past the meadow, over streams, and through whispering woods. Each step felt lighter, as if the wind was lifting her higher and higher.
Finally, Twinkle reached the top of a hill, where the wind swirled and spun around her. "Goodbye and thank you!" she called to her new friends. With a bright flash, the wind carried Twinkle up, up, up into the sky. There she twirled with joy, her smile brighter than ever, as she rejoined her star friends, her adventure on Earth now a cherished memory.
