In a land of fluffy clouds and sleepy mountains lived a very special little dragon named Sparkle. Now, Sparkle wasn't like the dragons in old tales. He didn't breathe fiery smoke or guard big castles. Oh no, Sparkle had scales that shimmered like soft moonlight, and when he opened his mouth, only warm, gentle breezes came out, smelling faintly of sweet flowers and sleepytime stars. His favorite thing to do was fly quietly across the sky as the sun dipped below the hills, watching the world get ready for sleep.
Every evening, as the shadows grew long, Sparkle would begin his gentle patrol. He knew all the paths and hidden nooks where the little forest friends lived. He saw the busy bunnies hopping, the sleepy birds chirping one last song, and the little bear cubs yawning wide. They all needed a little help finding their way safely back to their cozy homes before it got too dark. Sparkle was always happy to lend a wing, not with a big roar, but with quiet kindness.
Sometimes, a little lost firefly couldn't find its way back to the shimmering meadow. Sparkle would dip down low and let a soft, warm puff of air guide the firefly carefully home. Other times, a tiny field mouse felt a bit scared by the rustling leaves. Sparkle would land nearby and sit very still, a gentle, friendly shape in the twilight, until the mouse felt brave enough to scamper into its safe burrow. He never hurried anyone, only offered calm, gentle help.
He would watch the birds tuck themselves into their nests high in the trees, making sure they felt safe and sound. He'd see the deer settle down in the tall grass, sending them a soft, sleepy breeze to help them drift off. Sparkle knew that everyone, big or small, needed to feel safe and loved before they could have truly sweet dreams. His big heart was full of care for all his forest friends, and he helped them with such gentleness.
Finally, when all the little creatures were tucked into their beds, feeling cozy and secure, Sparkle would find his own favorite cloud. It was the softest cloud in the whole sky, just right for a gentle dragon to curl up upon. He would tuck his shimmering tail close, rest his head, and close his kind eyes, knowing he had spent his evening helping his friends. And as the stars twinkled hello, Sparkle the gentle dragon would drift off into a peaceful sleep, dreaming of soft breezes and happy dreams.
Goodnight, Sparkle. Goodnight, little forest friends. Goodnight, everyone.