The Starry-Eyed Sloth
Once upon a time, in a quiet little village surrounded by tall whispering trees, there lived a shy girl named Sammy. She loved to gaze at the stars but didn’t enjoy speaking much. Her voice felt too small, her words unsure.
One warm afternoon, as Sammy sat beneath her favorite tree with her knees pulled to her chest, she heard a slow, sleepy voice from above.
“Hello down there.”
Startled, Sammy looked up. Hanging gently from a low branch was a furry gray sloth with dreamy eyes that sparkled like tiny moons.
“Uh… hi,” Sammy whispered.
“I’m Slothy,” the sloth said with a relaxed smile. “What’s your name?”
“Sam-Sammy,” she replied quietly.
Slothy yawned (as sloths do) and said, “Nice to meet you, Sammy. Why are you so quiet?”
“I don’t know… I guess I’m not good at talking.”
Slothy chuckled softly. “That’s okay. Sometimes it’s nice to just be still. I’m great at being still.”
Sammy giggled. It was true, Slothy hardly moved at all.
A Friendship in Silence
From that day on, Sammy returned to the tree every afternoon. She and Slothy didn’t speak much, but they didn’t need to. They watched the clouds, listened to birds, and shared the kind of calm that didn’t need filling.
One evening, as the golden sun dipped behind the trees, Slothy asked, “Do you like the stars, Sammy?”
Her face lit up. “I love them! But I’ve never seen a shooting star.”
Slothy blinked slowly. “Maybe tonight’s the night. Let’s wait.”
So they waited. And waited. And waited some more.
“Slothy, nothing’s happening,” Sammy sighed.
“Stars take their time,” Slothy murmured. “Patience, my friend.”
Suddenly, a bright streak shot across the night sky.
“A falling star!” Sammy gasped.
“Make a wish!” Slothy urged.
Sammy closed her eyes, heart full. When she opened them, she smiled.
“I wish for us to always watch the stars together.”
Slothy grinned. “That’s a perfect wish. And guess what? You didn’t even need words to share it.”
One Wish Leads to Another
The next day at school, Sammy felt something different—something quiet but strong. When a classmate invited her to look through a telescope at recess, Sammy nodded and whispered, “Okay.” It was small, but to Sammy, it felt like a falling star.
That night, as she told Slothy about it, he smiled sleepily. “See? Even a little courage can shine like the stars.”
Sammy realized she didn’t need to talk a lot to be heard. And she didn’t need to be loud to be bright.
Forever Starry-Eyed
From that night on, Sammy and Slothy met beneath the stars. They didn’t speak much, but their silence was full of joy, wonder, and wishes.
Whenever a star streaked across the sky, they’d whisper in unison:
“There it is!”
And together, they were starry-eyed forever.
The End !
