Above the sleepy rooftops, the night sky was full of stars. Big ones sparkled and twirled like fireworks. Luna the little star floated among them, glowing softly.
Luna tried hard to shine brighter. She pushed and pushed, but her glow stayed small. The other stars danced and glittered around her.
Down below, a tiny bird tumbled through dark branches. It chirped and chirped, unable to find its way home in the cold night.
Luna drifted closer, letting her light spill over the twigs. The little bird looked up and fluttered toward the glow, trembling but hopeful.
But the bird drifted away again. Luna zipped left, then right, then up. The little bird followed each time, always just out of reach.
Left she went, and the bird followed. Right she darted, and still the bird kept up. Up she soared, and the little bird tucked its wings tight.
Then something glimmered in the branches ahead. A nest! Small and woven, sitting safe and warm among the twigs.
Luna hovered near the nest. The little bird stopped flapping and drifted slowly closer, its eyes heavy with tiredness.
A thin cloud drifted across the sky and covered Luna. Everything went quiet and dark for a moment.
The cloud lifted. Luna's glow caught the moonlight, and suddenly the whole sky shimmered silver — branches, nest, and feathers all gleamed.
"Thank you!" chirped the little bird. It fluttered into the nest and tucked its head beneath a wing.
Luna watched from above. Her glow stayed small, but it was steady and warm. And that was just right.
