Sample story
Ben and the Night Owl
Sample · hero: Ben, 4
Ben liked his room in the daytime. He liked his rocket-ship blanket, his shelf of trucks, and the big window that looked out at the oak tree in the yard. But at night, when Dad turned off the lamp, the room changed. The closet turned into a cave. The chair turned into a crouching bear. And the oak tree's branches tapped on the window like long, bony fingers.
One night, after Dad said goodnight, Ben pulled the blanket over his head. "I don't like the dark," he whispered.
"Hoo," said someone. "That's a shame. The dark likes you."
Ben peeked out. On the windowsill, outside the glass, sat an owl. She was round and gray, with enormous golden eyes.
"Who are you?" asked Ben.
"I'm the Night Owl," she said. "I look after this part of the neighborhood while everyone sleeps. I've been watching your window for a long time. You always turn your face to the wall."
"Because there's a bear on my chair," Ben said.
The owl tilted her head. "Is there? You have a flashlight on your nightstand. Why don't you check?"
Ben's heart thumped. He reached out slowly and picked up the little flashlight. He pointed it at the chair and pressed the button.
It wasn't a bear. It was his hoodie, the green one, with one sleeve hanging down.
"Huh," said Ben.
"And the cave?" asked the owl.
Ben pointed the light at the closet. Just his shoes. His backpack. A soccer ball.
"The dark doesn't change things," the owl said softly. "It only hides the colors for a while. Everything you love is still here. Now turn your light off and listen."
Ben took a deep breath and clicked off the flashlight. The room went dark again. But this time, he listened.
He heard the oak tree's leaves whispering in the wind. He heard a cricket singing somewhere in the grass. He heard the furnace humming downstairs and, very faintly, Dad laughing at something on the phone.
"Those are night sounds," said the owl. "The tree is saying goodnight. The cricket is singing to his family. Your house is keeping you warm. Nothing out there is looking for you. They're all just getting ready to sleep, like you."
Ben looked out the window. Above the oak tree, the stars were out, and a thin slice of moon hung over the neighbor's roof.
"Can I say goodnight back?" he asked.
"Of course," said the owl.
"Goodnight, tree," Ben whispered. "Goodnight, cricket. Goodnight, moon. Goodnight, hoodie."
The owl hooted, which is how owls laugh. "You're very brave, Ben."
"I was scared, though," said Ben.
"That's what brave is," said the owl. "Being scared and checking anyway."
Ben tucked the flashlight under his pillow, just in case. He turned his face toward the window instead of the wall. The owl settled her feathers and watched over the yard, her golden eyes half closed.
And Ben, with the stars outside and the house humming below, fell asleep in the friendly dark.




