"It's always been true, stories create moments, moments make memories."
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Heartroot's Kindness
By CJ Coop
Heartroot saw Willow crying softly under a tree. She hurried closer, stepping gently.
“Are you okay, Willow?”
“No one played with me today,” sniffed Willow. “Maybe they don’t like me.”
Heartroot sat beside her and smiled warmly.
“You’re special, Willow. Sometimes friends don’t notice we’re sad. Have you tried asking?”
Willow shook her head slowly.
“Let's go together and tell them how you feel,” said Heartoot gently.
Willow wiped her tears and nodded. Soon, laughter filled the air again.
Sturro gains Confidence
By CJ Coop
Sturro stood near the river, looking at the stepping stones. They seemed far apart. Could he make it across?
His paws trembled. He took a deep breath.
“You’ve got this,” he whispered to himself.
Sturro jumped. His foot slipped, but he caught himself just in time.
His heart pounded. Should he stop?
“No way,” he said louder.
He hopped again, faster now, gaining courage with each leap. Finally, he reached the last stone and landed safely.
“I did it!” Sturro cheered, feeling strong and proud.
Leo has Courage
By CJ Coop
Leo stared at the dark cave. Wind howled from inside. He clutched his lantern tight.
“I promised I’d find the missing scarf,” he whispered.
His legs shook, but he stepped forward anyway. The cave walls were cold and damp. A drip echoed in the dark. He paused.
“What if there’s something scary?”
Then he remembered Sturro’s brave leap and HeartRoot’s gentle strength. Leo took another step. Then another.
There it was. A red scarf caught on a rock.
He grabbed it and raced out, smiling.
“I was scared, but I did it anyway.”
Inspira and Creativity
By CJ Coop
Inspira sat in the grass with a pile of broken twigs and shiny buttons. Her idea danced in her mind.
“I’ll build a music tree,” she said.
She tied the twigs with yarn and hung the buttons like tiny chimes. The wind blew, and the buttons tinkled softly. A soft smile spread across her face.
Then a strong gust knocked it over.
Inspira stared at the mess. Her ears drooped.
But she blinked and grinned.
“I’ll try again. Better this time.”
She rebuilt it stronger and taller. It sang in the breeze.
Creativity meant never giving up. Just trying something new.
