Fantasy Story
This is a French story. It’s quite romantic, with a touch of French elegance.
Zamolon has been in the moon-blocking profession for over 300 years. This profession is very unusual; it requires him to cover a large cloth over the moon every night, blocking part of the moon’s light.
This task is very important because the crescent moon created this way makes the night sky more beautiful and helps people feel the rhythm of time passing.
Completing this task requires extraordinary energy, skill, and talent, with very little rest—only on full moon nights can the moon-blocker sleep peacefully.
A long time ago, Zamolon received his moon-blocking certificate and is currently the only one qualified to block the moon. But now, he is exhausted.
If he wants to rest well, someone must take over his work.
One day, when night fell, in a mysterious castle on Earth called the Cosmic School, a little boy named Timolon jumped up joyfully because he had just passed the incredibly difficult moon-blocking exam.
The teachers all looked at him proudly.
“Timolon, you have now become a very important person,” said one teacher. “But we are pressed for time! Old Zamolon is exhausted; you must take over for him tonight.”
After speaking, the teacher took out a small pill and handed it to Timolon, instructing him, “This pill will make you as light as air. Once you take it, you will be able to fly to the moon. But be very careful; this is our last one!”
Timolon put the pill in his trouser pocket and ran out of the Cosmic School. After running two kilometers, he suddenly stopped and looked up at the sky. He reached into his pocket and shouted, “Moon, here I come!”
However, his fingers fumbled around and found nothing—the pill was gone!
This was a disaster. A panicked Timolon realized that the pocket of his school uniform had already worn out. The pill that would make him as light as air was lost.
So, who would block the crescent moon for us? Perhaps there would never be a crescent moon again.
Disheartened, Timolon walked to the nearest city and sat on a mailbox, looking at the moon and sighing. At this moment, a young newspaper boy named Gonzac saw him and came over to ask why he was upset. Timolon told Gonzac, “I’m in big trouble. I was supposed to go to the moon, but I lost the pill that would make me as light as air.”
“This is no ordinary matter,” Gonzac said, “but why do you need to go to the moon?”
“I am the new moon-blocker, taking over for old Zamolon. But now, I have no way to get up there.”
“I have a solution!” Gonzac said excitedly.
He pulled Timolon by the sleeve, took him to the top of a house, and then grabbed a newspaper to make a huge paper airplane. Timolon climbed onto the plane and shouted, “Moon, here I come!”
At the same time, Gonzac gave the paper plane a push from the roof, and Timolon flew out on it. But soon, he and the plane nosedived… and he ended up bruised and battered in a small shrub.
Gonzac and Timolon sat on the roadside, worriedly looking at the moon. A toy merchant named Daphne happened to pass by and saw their sorrowful faces, so she asked them what was wrong.
Timolon explained, “If I can’t get to the moon before dawn, there will be no one to take over from old Zamolon. The moon will remain round and bright, never turning into a crescent again.”
“I have a solution!” Daphne comforted him.
Daphne grabbed Timolon by the collar, dragged him back to her toy store, and took out the biggest kite in the shop. She tied Timolon tightly to it, then walked out of the store, checked the wind direction, and released him. Timolon flew into the air, shouting joyfully, “Moon, here I come!”
But suddenly, a strong gust of wind tore the kite apart, and Timolon fell into a pond.
Again, he failed. Daphne, Gonzac, and Timolon sat on a public bench, at their wit’s end. Just then, a clockmaker named Roland saw them and asked why they were upset.
Timolon replied, “If I can’t get to the moon before dawn, there will be no one to take over from old Zamolon. The moon will remain round and bright, never turning into a crescent again.”
“I have a solution!” Roland said confidently.
Roland grabbed Timolon by the feet, took off his shoes, and ran back to his clock shop with him and his shoes. Then, he dismantled a clock, took out two huge springs, and attached them to Timolon’s shoe soles. Timolon put on his shoes, looked at the moon, and started jumping madly upward.
But soon, Timolon’s feet were blistered. After forty-something jumps, he was exhausted and collapsed.
A glassblower named Albert also tried to help Timolon by putting him in a big soap bubble and blowing him toward the sky.
A bird-speaking girl named Margo called three hundred sparrows to pull Timolon up into the air.
A shot put athlete named Benoit used all his strength to throw Timolon towards the sky.
Even the good-for-nothing Malo specially made a giant slingshot to try to catapult Timolon to the moon.
Everyone wanted to help Timolon, but no one could.
Malo, Benoit, Margo, Albert, Roland, Daphne, and Gonzac, along with others in the city, all stood by a low wall, despairingly looking at the moon.
Suddenly, in the silence, a weak voice piped up, “Why don’t we build a human ladder?” It was little Chloe, whom everyone had overlooked until then. Her words brought smiles to everyone’s faces.
So, the glassblower climbed onto the newspaper boy’s shoulders, the clockmaker climbed onto the glassblower’s shoulders, and everyone followed suit, climbing up until they formed a long friendship ladder.
The friends turned into a superb ladder, and Timolon climbed up it, finally reaching the moon amid everyone’s cheers.
That night, old Zamolon could finally retire with honor and rest somewhere in the Milky Way. Timolon became the new moon-blocker, creating beautiful crescents for the sleeping city every night.
From then on, everyone slept sweetly and peacefully, knowing that they would see Timolon’s smile after falling asleep.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
