Something tapped at Luna's window. She looked out and saw a bright blue feather tumbling past in the wind. "Wait!" she said.
Luna grabbed her coat and ran outside, her sneakers slapping against the sidewalk as she chased the feather.
The feather dipped low and landed right on the nose of a sleeping orange tabby cat. Luna froze. She held her breath.
The cat sneezed — achoo! — and the feather shot upward again. Luna sprinted after it.
The feather fluttered into the park and circled a little boy trying to launch a paper boat into a muddy puddle. He looked up and laughed.
The boy grabbed the feather and waved at Luna. "Look what I found!" he called. Luna slowed to a walk.
A sudden gust of wind tore the feather from the boy's fingers and swept it up toward the old oak tree. Both children scrambled after it.
They jumped and reached, but the feather kept bobbing just out of their grasp. "One more try!" said the boy.
The feather finally settled, and the boy carefully climbed up the trunk. He reached the branch, picked it up, and turned to Luna.
He handed the feather to Luna. They sat together on the branch and watched the sunset paint the sky gold.
