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Brock looked up at the midnight sky. “Isn't it a lovely
night tonight, Warren? The stars are so bright.”
“There are a million of them up there. Where do they
all come from?” Warren sniffed a yellow rosebud.
“I don't know,” Brock said.
“What is that?” Warren fluttered his fairy wings.
“It looks like a falling star and it's headed right for
us.” Brock grabbed Warren and pulled him out of the way just as the star
hit the ground. “Whew, that was close.”
“I've never seen a falling star before. What should we
do with it?” Warren walked closer to the glowing object.
“It glows bright yellow, just like a real star. It's
not as big as I thought it would be,” Brock said.
“Maybe we should throw it back into the sky,” Warren
said.
“Maybe we should plant it in the ground and see what
happens. All we have to do is cover it with dirt.” Brock fell to his
knees.
“Good idea. At least I think it's a good idea.” Warren
knelt next to the other fairy.
They scooped dirt on top of it and then stood. “It's
done. Let's leave it until tomorrow night and come back. I'll race you to
the tulip garden.” Brock flew away.
“Wait for me,” Warren called and darted after Brock.
They flew above the meadow, keeping their watch on the
sleeping animals. When they were sure all was well, they curled up inside
a tulip and waited for the next sunset.
Warren woke up first and popped his head out of the
tulip. “Brock, wake up. Let's go and see how our star is doing.”
Brock yawned and stretched his arms. “I hope we didn't
hurt the star.”
The two fairies flew into the woods and landed in the
spot where they'd buried the star. “Look! There are plants all over the
place and each of them is growing a star. Wow! This is the best thing I've
ever seen or done.” Warren giggled.
“Star flowers. They're beautiful,” Brock said.
Just then the sky lit up above their heads. A white
glow floated from the moon towards them on a moonbeam. “Who is that?”
Warren ran and hid.
“I'm the Man in the Moon.”
Warren and Brock saw the shape of a man with a kind
smile and twinkling eyes. “Hello, Man in the Moon.”
“I've come to collect my stars,” he winked.
“You mean you want our star flowers?” Brock moved
closer to the plants.
“You caught a falling star and you buried it. That's
the way stars grow. My job is to gather them and take them back to the
heavens where they can twinkle every night for all to see. Thank you,
fairies. Whenever you see a falling star, find it and plant it. I'll find
you, don't worry.” The Man in the Moon gathered all the stars and put them
in his pocket. “Until next time.” He winked and floated back to the sky on
a moonbeam.
The two fairies waved. “I'm going to watch for falling
stars every night. There can never be enough stars in the sky, can there,
Brock?”
Brock slipped his arm around his friend. “No, Warren,
the stars are needed to light the night sky.” They looked up at the moon
and saw the Man in the Moon wink at them from afar. “Goodnight Man in the
Moon.” And they went to search for more falling stars. |
