Once upon a time, there was a tiny, fluffy kitten named Mici. Mici had big, bright eyes and whiskers that went twitch, twitch, twitch whenever she found something new. Do you see her whiskers twitching? Mici lived in a warm, cozy garden, but today she saw something special. On the green grass, there was a trail of silver glitter. It was fairy dust! It went shimmer, shimmer, shimmer into the deep, dark woods.
Mici stood up on her four white paws. Tip-tap, tip-tap! She followed the sparkly trail. The grass got taller. The trees got bigger. The path went under a big brown log. Crawl, crawl, crawl! Mici used her little pink nose to sniff the leaves. Puf, puf, puf! She was a little bit scared, but she was very brave. She looked at the silver dust and whispered, 'Where are we going?'
On a big green leaf, she saw a very slow snail. The snail moved like this: slide... slide... slide. 'Excuse me,' Mici mewed. 'Where does the glitter go?' The wise snail smiled and said, 'Listen with your heart, Mici. Just listen.' Mici stopped. She closed her eyes. She heard the wind go whoosh, whoosh and the leaves go crinkle, crinkle. Then, she heard a new sound—a very soft, very sweet song coming from behind the big ferns.
Mici pushed through the soft ferns. Swish, swish! Suddenly, she was in a secret meadow. It was filled with bluebells and lilies that glowed like night-lights. The flowers swayed back and forth. Sway, sway. They weren't just flowers; they were singing! They sang a soft, honey-sweet lullaby that sounded like zzz-shhh, zzz-shhh. It was the most peaceful song in the whole world.
Mici felt very sleepy and very happy. She found a patch of soft moss right in the middle of the singing flowers. She curled her tail around her nose and became a little fur ball. Purr, purr, purr. The fairy dust stopped its shimmer, and the flowers kept singing their gentle tune. Curiosity had led Mici to the most beautiful dream. And that is how it all turned out just right. Goodnight, Mici. Goodnight, little one.