In a quiet corner of Willow Pond, under the golden light of the setting sun, lived a little duckling named Pip. Pip was the smallest in his family, with soft yellow feathers, wobbly legs, and big, curious eyes that sparkled like stars. But what made Pip special wasn’t his size or his fluff; it was his big, beautiful dreams.
More than anything, Pip wanted to fly. He’d watch the older ducks flap their wings and glide across the sky, their feathers catching the breeze like sails.
“Oh, how I wish I could fly like that,” Pip whispered one evening, gazing up at the glowing clouds.
A Wish on the Wind
That night, as the moon rose and the pond shimmered silver, Pip made a wish. “I want to fly higher than the tallest trees. Higher than the clouds. I want to see the world from the sky.”
He nestled into his nest beside Mama Duck and closed his eyes. And that’s when the dream began.
Pip’s Sky High Dream
In his dream, Pip’s tiny wings were strong and wide. He flapped once, whoosh! He flapped twice, whoosh..WHOOSH!
And suddenly, he was flying!
Up, up, up he soared, above the willow trees, over the rippling pond, past the hill where the rabbits played. The clouds danced around him, soft and fluffy like cotton candy. Birds chirped and called, “Welcome, little flyer!”
Pip giggled and spun in the air. He zipped through rainbows, glided past butterflies, and waved at the sun as it dipped into sleep. “I’m flying!” he cheered. “I’m really flying!”
Morning Comes Softly
When the first rays of sunlight touched Willow Pond, Pip blinked open his eyes. He was back in the nest, curled up safe and warm beside Mama. The sky was still there, so big, so blue, and the dream still fluttered in his heart.
Mama Duck smiled as she stretched her wings. “Good morning, my little dreamer.” Pip nuzzled close and whispered, “Someday, Mama… I’ll really fly.” Mama kissed the top of his head. “Yes, Pip. Someday you will. But for now… dreams are a lovely way to begin.”
The End !
