Sample story
Emma and the Sleepy Star
Sample · hero: Emma, 4
At the very end of a long, busy day, Emma climbed into bed and pulled her quilt up to her chin. Her room was quiet. Her stuffed bunny, Pip, was tucked under her arm. Outside the window, the sky had turned deep blue, and the first stars were coming out one by one.
All except one.
One little star was still sitting at the edge of the sky, right above the big maple tree in the backyard. It wasn't shining. It was yawning.
"Hello," Emma whispered. "Why aren't you up with the others?"
"I'm too sleepy to climb," said the little star in a voice like a tiny bell. "The sky is so high tonight, and I've been twinkling all week."
Emma thought about that. She knew how it felt to be too tired to do one more thing. Just that evening, she'd been too tired to finish her peas.
"Maybe you need a bedtime routine," she said. "That's what Mom says when I'm grumpy."
"What's a bedtime routine?" asked the star.
So Emma told her. "First you have a bath. Then pajamas. Then you brush your teeth, top and bottom. Then somebody reads you a story. Then a song. Then a hug. And then you close your eyes and the night takes care of you."
The little star listened very carefully. Then she gave a little shake, and a sprinkle of silver dust fell into the maple tree like a bath. She wrapped herself in a soft gray cloud, like pajamas. She polished her five points until they gleamed, just like brushing teeth.
"Now the story," said the star.
Emma smiled and told her the shortest story she knew: "Once upon a time there was a bunny named Pip, and he was very soft, and he loved Emma. The end."
The star giggled, and her giggle made her glow, just a little.
Then Emma hummed the song her dad always sang, the one with no real words, just a gentle up and down. The star rocked along with it. Her glow grew warmer and steadier.
"And now the hug," said Emma, and she reached up toward the window and squeezed the air as hard as she could. The star felt it all the way up in the sky.
Slowly, without even trying, the little star began to float upward. Past the maple tree. Past the roof. Up and up until she found her very own spot among the others, right in the middle, where she could see Emma's window.
There she settled, and she shone. Not a big, bright, busy shine. A soft, sleepy one.
"Goodnight, Emma," she called down, very quietly.
"Goodnight, little star," Emma whispered. She snuggled Pip a little closer. Her eyes felt heavy, her quilt felt warm, and the night outside was full of gentle lights.
Emma closed her eyes. And the night took care of her, too.




