The little hedgehog peeked out. The meadow felt too dark. He scuttled back inside.
He wrapped his soft striped scarf around a fence post. Hoping to catch a little starlight.
The wind tugged the scarf. It tangled in brambles. The little hedgehog pulled and pulled.
He tugged free. A faint silver shimmer danced on the fabric. He climbed the hill.
Pine needles crunched under his paws. He tripped over a root. The scarf flew into the air.
He caught the scarf. The hill seemed to stretch forever.
At the top, he held the scarf toward the moon and whispered, Take this.
Starlight leaped from the fabric. It swirled like fireflies and landed on the moon. It blazed bright again.
The little hedgehog waddled home. His paws were tired. His steps were sure.
He curled into his burrow. A warm beam of moonlight touched his quills. He smiled.