High, high up in the velvety night sky, lived a very special owl named Luna. Luna was as soft as a marshmallow and as white as a fresh bowl of milk. She wore a tiny, pointy wizardâs hat with silver stars on it, and balanced on her beak were round, shiny reading glasses. Can you see her glasses sparkling in the moonlight? I bet you can!
Luna sat on a branch made of a crescent moon, polishing her spectacles with a soft wing. 'Hoot-hoot,' she sang quietly. The world below was fast asleep, and everything was perfectly still. But then, Luna heard a very strange sound. It wasnât a cricket, and it wasnât a breeze. It was... 'Honk! Honk! Vroom-vroom!'. Oh my! A family of Cloud-Trucks was in big trouble.
These weren't ordinary trucks like the ones on the street. No, no! These were fluffy, heavy-duty Cloud-Trucks that hauled stardust across the sky. There was Big Blue, who was very strong; Rumbly Red, who mixed moonbeams; and little Tiny Tipper. But look! A thick, purple fog called the Sleepy-Mist had bubbled up. It was so thick that the trucks couldn't see their own wheels. 'Beep-beep!' cried Tiny Tipper. They were driving in circles, going 'Screeech!' and 'Bump!' in the dark.
'Oh dear,' whispered Luna, adjusting her hat. 'If they don't reach the Floating Garage before the Sun wakes up, they will turn into morning dew! Puf!' She flapped her wingsâfluff-fluff-fluffâand flew down into the purple mist. She hooted as loud as she could, but the trucks were too noisy. 'Vroom! Rum-rum-rum!' they went. They couldn't hear a single hoot.
Luna knew she had to be brave. She closed her eyes tight and focused on her two special silver-tipped feathers. She thought of a warm, happy light. SuddenlyâWhoosh!âher wings began to glow like two bright lanterns. She was a living lighthouse! She spread her wings wide, cutting straight through that silly purple mist. 'Follow me!' she seemed to say with every shimmer.
Big Blue saw the silver light first. 'Honk!' he signaled to the others. He began to follow Lunaâs glowing tail feathers. Then came Rumbly Red, and finally, little Tiny Tipper, rolling along like a happy duckling. Luna flew slowly and steadily. 'Flap, flap, glide. Flap, flap, glide.' The trucks followed in a perfect, straight line. Can you move your arms like Lunaâs wings? Just like that!
They reached the Floating Garageâa giant, soft cloud that felt like a big pillowâjust as the first pink stripe of dawn touched the sky. One by one, the trucks tucked their wheels in and turned off their lights. 'Chug-puff... chug-puff...' they went as they fell fast asleep. Luna smiled, her silver feathers dimming to a gentle hum. She flew back to her moon-branch, tucked her head under her wing, and fell asleep too. Everything was safe, everything was quiet, and thatâs how it all turned out just right.