Milo and the Little Moon

Milo the mouse peeked out of his tiny blue house. “Goodnight, Moon!” he called. But the Moon was not in the sky. “Oh dear,” said Milo. “Where did you go?”

Milo followed a trail of soft silver sparkles through the garden. He tiptoed past sleepy flowers and a snoring hedgehog. Then he heard a tiny sound: “Pip… pip… pip…”

Behind a big pumpkin sat the little Moon! “I fell down,” sniffled the Moon. “Now the night is too dark.” Milo held the Moon’s hand. “Don’t worry. We’ll help you shine.”

Fireflies brought their golden lights. The stars twinkled as brightly as they could. Milo gathered every silver sparkle into a shiny pile. “Ready?” he asked.

Up, up, up went the little Moon—back into the sky! “Thank you, Milo,” smiled the Moon. Milo curled into bed and whispered, “Goodnight, Moon.” “Goodnight, brave little mouse,” whispered the Moon.