The Moon Who Loved Stories
By the edge of a pond, a little monkey was telling stories to the small animals. The moon came to listen too, and when it heard something funny, it slipped and fell into the pond.
The water in the pond was so cold. The moon shivered and shrank smaller and smaller…
When the little bear used a net to fish the moon out, it was only as small as a ping-pong ball. It had lost its brightness and couldn’t speak, only making tiny “giggling” sounds.
The sky was so dark without the moon! The little mouse said, “Let the moon come live with me in my burrow. Maybe underground, it will grow.”
But after living in the burrow for three days, the moon didn’t grow at all.
The little bear said, “Then I’ll take the moon to live in a tree hollow. Maybe it will grow in there. Look how big I am!” But after living in the tree hollow for three days, the moon still didn’t grow.
The little monkey looked at the tiny moon and said, “Let me tell it a story.”
As the little monkey told the story, once it was finished, everyone saw the moon grow to the size of an apple. Ah! The moon began to grow, it needed to listen to stories to grow! So, one by one, everyone started telling stories to the moon.
Slowly, the moon, the size of an apple, grew to the size of a watermelon, and then to the size of a hot air balloon. The moon crawled out of the cradle, it could speak and walk. But it still didn’t have enough strength to fly back up into the sky.
More and more animals learned about the moon’s plight, so one after another, they told stories to the moon.
Finally, after listening to 1001 stories, the moon regained its strength, and it wobbled back up to the sky, its soft yellow light gently shining down on the pond.
From then on, the moon often came to listen to stories, but it was very careful not to fall into the pond again.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
