Milo stood at his window and looked out at the garden.
A tiny star sat on the lawn. It shivered and hid behind a dandelion. "Don't worry," Milo whispered.
Milo gathered blankets and cushions from his room. Biscuit hopped onto the pile. "We'll build a rocket," Milo said.
The blanket rocket wobbled and collapsed. Milo tried again. Same result.
Biscuit bumped the blankets with his paw. They lifted into the air and spun around like a tornado.
Milo noticed the star's glow lighting up the garden path. He picked up the star. "This way," he said.
The star floated up and twinkled bright in the sky. Milo waved from his window.
Biscuit curled up on the bed. Good night, little star.