Fantasy Story For Children
It was a night of falling stars.
Little Mouse Grass sat by the window of his tiny mud house, watching the stars streak across the deep blue night sky and land on the grass. The light fragments burst on the blades of grass, streaming into the house like melted vanilla ice cream.
The sweet glow of the stars filled the entire small house.
But instead of taking out a bowl, Grass was worried.
All day long, Grass hadn’t seen Bullfrog Kiki. Could Kiki be lost in the forest? On a night when the stars were all descending onto the grasslands, there was nothing to illuminate the pitch-black forest.
Grass seemed to hear crying. A long, mournful cry floated over on the forest wind.
On the grass, the summer air melted the stars into a stream of condensed milk. Grass couldn’t resist licking a bit, then shook his head guiltily.
Grass chose the biggest star and carried it on his back.
The star was taller than Grass. He bent over, clasping his hands together to hold the star on his back. The path beneath his feet was lit as brightly as day. Grass happily walked toward the forest.
With the star, Kiki wouldn’t be scared. Kiki could even eat star ice cream.
The star was heavy. Grass wobbled as he walked.
The star was cold. Grass’s back soon went numb.
The cold star melted from Grass’s body heat. “Drip, drip,” the melted starlight fell onto the forest path.
What if he couldn’t find Kiki before the star melted? What if the path disappeared when the star melted?
Grass raised the star above his head. The white liquid slid down his cheeks. Grass, trembling, lifted the star higher.
“Hey.”
In the silent forest, not even Ms. Owl, who stayed up late, was around. Grass looked around.
“Wrap me in a large lotus leaf.”
Grass looked up. The milky white star was emitting a faint silver glow.
The large lotus leaf insulated Grass’s hand from the star’s coldness. But the partially melted star was now only the size of a ball of yarn.
“So stars can talk,” Grass said, tilting his head to look at the star.
The star muttered.
“I’ve never heard a star talk,” Grass said. “I’ve seen lemon-flavored, grass-flavored, and earth-flavored stars, but I’ve never seen a talking star.”
“Phew,” the star exhaled. “Actually,” it laughed, its silver glow twinkling, “everyone can talk. We just choose not to because we’re about to descend.”
“It must be a quiet journey,” the star hummed a tune.
The deep parts of the forest were illuminated.
“What kind of journey?” Grass asked.
The star pondered for a while. “A dark, cold journey.”
“Dark?”
“Yes. Everyone descends into darkness. Passing through the clouds, it gets really cold. Drops of condensed milk come from nowhere and fall on my face.”
“What did it taste like?” Grass couldn’t help but ask.
The star paused its glow and laughed. “It tasted like ice!”
Grass anxiously searched around. There were cicadas chirping behind the leaves and crickets under the grass, but no sign of Kiki.
The star slowly melted, bit by bit.
The star twinkled. “The forest smells so wonderful! The lively aroma is so delightful!”
Grass looked up, the sky between the dark leaves was pitch black.
The night air had grown thin and cold. The star’s light flickered like a candle flame about to be blown out.
“Not here either?” the star asked softly.
“What kind of coat does Kiki wear? Does he like to listen to the radio?” the star smiled.
A drop of milky white liquid fell onto the path. The star’s smile suddenly stopped.
“I can hold my breath. I’m really good at it. If I hold my breath, I won’t melt,” the star said with a long voice.
Not even the cicadas were chirping now.
Grass, frightened, hugged the star tightly.
After a long silence, the star began to twinkle again. “Turn a corner.”
“Maybe Kiki is playing hide-and-seek. That’s what I did when I passed through the clouds,” the star laughed.
But there was no sign of Kiki behind the banyan tree.
Grass lowered his head in disappointment.
“It’s really clever,” the star laughed. “But I’m a hide-and-seek expert. I hid from 275 stars!” The star glowed brightly. “We are an unbeatable search team!”
But there was no sign of Kiki behind the banyan tree, the pine tree, or the locust tree.
The forest was so quiet even the wind had stopped.
Grass’s nose started to tingle, and his legs felt weak.
“Too clever!” The star was still laughing. “We just need to check the phoenix tree, gardenia tree, big lotus leaf, and patchouli leaves. Great, only four left.”
The condensed milk dripped from the edge of the lotus leaf onto the soil, releasing a sweet scent. The star started singing. Grass’s heart calmed down with the song.
Grass regained his strength. Holding the star, he searched every leaf and flower. The condensed milk, carried by the song, sprinkled on every leaf and petal.
Before he knew it, they reached the edge of the forest. When they got to the last rose—
There, under the rose petals, Kiki lay curled up, tears on his face, fast asleep.
Grass carried Kiki on his back.
“Sleeping is nice,” the star whispered.
The forest was so quiet, only Grass’s footsteps could be heard. The way back didn’t seem as long as the way there. Every leaf along the path was covered in the gentle glow of condensed milk.
They were almost at the forest entrance. “I’m sleepy too,” the star murmured in Grass’s hand. “Put me back on the grass.” The star hummed the unfinished song softly.
From the forest entrance, the grasslands could be seen. On the grasslands, the slowly flowing condensed milk had formed a quiet river.
The star had stopped singing. It closed its eyes.
Grass stood there for a while, then gently placed the star back on the grass.
The stars hanging on the tips of the grass blades swayed their dim light.
In the summer night, on a night of falling stars, after midnight, the sky turned pitch black, the forest turned pitch black, the grasslands turned pitch black, as dark as ink.
The air was filled with a sweet, glowing scent.
“If only we could have walked a few more steps… said a few more words…” Grass said.
In the silent grasslands, the song drifted away and disappeared.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
