The Unicorn's Lost Star
Mia lived at the edge of a meadow where the grass grew tall and soft. Every night before bed, she looked out her window at the stars. Tonight, one star looked different. It was lower than the others, and it was pink. Mia put on her slippers and stepped outside. The pink star was resting on a rock near the old willow tree. When she got close, she saw it wasn't a star at all. It was a unicorn, small and white, with a mane that glowed.
The unicorn looked up. Her eyes were kind, but sad. "I lost my star," she said quietly. "It fell while I was flying, and now I can't find my way home." Mia sat down beside her. "What does it look like?" "It's small and silver," said the unicorn. "It hums a little, like a lullaby."
Mia thought. She knew this meadow well. "Let's look by the stream," she said. "Things that fall sometimes roll there." They walked together through the grass. The unicorn's hooves made no sound. Mia listened. At first, she heard only crickets. Then, very faint, she heard it — a soft hum, like a song with no words.
The sound came from under the old wooden bridge. Mia knelt down and reached into the shadows. Her fingers touched something smooth and warm. She pulled it out. It was a star, silver and small, humming in her hand. "You found it," whispered the unicorn.
The unicorn touched the star with her nose, and it floated up into her mane. The glow around her grew brighter, but not too bright — just enough to see by. "Now I can go home," she said. "Thank you, Mia." Mia smiled. "Will you come back?" The unicorn nodded. "I'll come back. I know where you are now."
The unicorn stepped into the air like it was a path. She rose slowly, her hooves leaving faint prints of light. Mia watched until the unicorn was just another star, pink and small, moving across the sky. Mia walked back to her house. The grass was cool under her slippers. Her window was still open. She climbed into bed, and the night felt a little softer than before.
She pulled her blanket up to her chin. Outside, the stars were all in their places. Somewhere up there, a unicorn was home. Mia closed her eyes. She could still hear the hum of the star, soft and far away, like a lullaby.
The end. Sleep well.