Luna sat on her mossy rug outside the burrow. Stars sprinkled silver across the dark sky.
One star blinked twice — then drifted down like a dandelion seed caught in an upward breeze. Luna held out one paw.
She scrambled up and waddled after it. The star zipped past her ears, tickling her tail. Luna froze — one foot still lifted.
Luna crept along the old oak root, counting under her breath. The star darted behind a toadstool, then popped up on her left ear like a curly hairpin.
Luna giggled — a soft snickering sound — and her belly shook. The star dropped gently into her open paw, glowing warm like a tiny nightlight.
She lowered her hand to her chest. The star rested against her fur like a second heartbeat. Luna blinked, eyes wide.
Luna returned to her rug and curled up. The star rested beside her ear. Its light pulsed slow and steady.
Luna didn't chase. She just listened to the quiet.
