"It's always been true, stories create moments, moments make memories."

Leafy and the Golden Leaf

By CJ Coop

Leafy watched as a golden leaf floated gently toward her. She reached out and caught it carefully.

"Hello," she whispered. Suddenly, the leaf sparkled and began to glow. Leafy's eyes grew wide. Magic! Her heart raced with excitement.

She lifted the leaf high above her head. A soft wind brushed her fur. Leaves around her danced and swirled happily. Leafy laughed, spinning round and round.

"It's beautiful," she said. The leaf glowed brighter, lighting up her smile. Then, slowly, the glow faded. Leafy knew the magic stayed inside her heart.

Max in the Wind

By CJ Coop

Max stood on the tallest hill, wings stretched wide. “Ready, wind?” he called bravely.

A strong breeze lifted him gently into the sky. He laughed loudly as he soared and spun through clouds. “Faster,” Max shouted, twisting and turning. Suddenly, the wind blew stronger. Max tumbled through the air.

“Whoa, slow down,” he called nervously. But the wind wouldn’t listen. Max took a deep breath, steadied himself, and gently tilted his wings. Soon, he was gliding safely.

 “Thanks, wind,” he whispered. He landed lightly on the grass, smiling proudly.

Pico and his beak

By CJ Coop

Pico bounced excitedly on his branch. "Did you hear the news?" he chirped loudly. Guess what happened yesterday!" Pico talked and talked without stopping, talking until his throat felt sore. "Oh dear," he croaked softly.

He tried again, but no sound came out. Pico felt lonely without his voice. He closed his eyes and rested quietly. The next morning, he opened his beak carefully. "Hello?" he whispered. His voice was back, gentle and clear. Pico smiled.

He learned silence can be nice, too.

Mica's Little Voice

By CJ Coop

Mica peeked out from behind a flower. "Hello?" she whispered softly. Her voice was so quiet that nobody ever heard her. Mica sighed sadly. Then, she took a deep breath. "Hello!" she said again, louder this time.

The flower shook gently, surprising her. Mica smiled. "I can do this," she told herself bravely. She climbed onto a rock, raised her tiny paws, and shouted, "I'm here!" Her voice rang out, clear and strong. Birds paused and listened.

Mica giggled happily. "My voice matters," she said proudly. And just like Mica, your voice matters too.