Once upon a time, in a quiet little village surrounded by whispering pine trees, lived a small fox named Milo. Milo had the softest orange fur, bright curious eyes, and—most importantly—a heart full of wonder. Every night, before falling asleep, Milo would sit by his window and look up at the glowing moon.
One evening, something magical happened.
As Milo gazed at the sky, a silver shimmer sparkled across the moon’s surface. Slowly, a glittering bridge made of moonlight began to stretch down from the sky, landing gently in front of Milo’s house.
Milo blinked in surprise.
“Is… is this for me?” he whispered.
A warm, tinkling voice floated down from above.
“Come, Milo,” it said. “There is something beautiful we want to show you.”
Curiosity twinkled inside Milo like a tiny lantern. He stepped carefully onto the Moonlight Bridge. The moment he did, the bridge lit up beneath his paws, glowing softly like a nightlight.
Up, up, up he walked—past the treetops, past the clouds, past even the sleepy birds resting on their nests. The air smelled like stardust and vanilla.
At the end of the bridge sat Luna, the gentle Moon Rabbit, brushing the moon’s surface with a fluffy silver tail.
“Welcome, little fox,” Luna smiled. “Every creature has a dream-light inside them. Tonight, I will show you yours.”
She tapped Milo’s forehead gently.
Suddenly the moon lit up and swirled like a glowing pond. Inside its reflection, Milo saw himself exploring forests, learning new things, helping friends, and shining brightly with bravery and kindness.
“That’s… me?” Milo asked in amazement.
“Yes,” Luna said softly. “This light belongs to you. Whenever you feel small or unsure, remember that your dream-light is always glowing—just like the moon.”
Milo felt warm and peaceful. He curled up beside Luna, watching little stars dance like fireflies. Before he knew it, his eyes grew heavy.
“Time to rest, Milo,” Luna whispered. “The bridge will take you home.”
The Moonlight Bridge lowered Milo slowly back to his cozy bed. As he snuggled under his blanket, the moon shimmered through his window, giving him a final, gentle wink.
And with a sleepy smile, Milo drifted off—his heart glowing softly with his dream-light.
Goodnight, little one.