Monty was a monster, but not a scary one. He was a fluffy, purple monster with big, kind eyes and a very special gift: he glowed! Monty’s glow wasn’t just any glow; it was a warm, shimmering light that could brighten up even the darkest night. But Monty didn’t like sharing his glow. He thought it was *his* special thing, and he worried if he shared it, it would become less bright.
He lived in a cozy cave nestled amongst rolling green hills, and every evening, he’d curl up with his glow, reading stories by its light. Other little monsters lived nearby – Pip, a small, orange monster who loved to paint, and Luna, a blue monster who collected shiny pebbles. They often peeked into Monty’s cave, admiring his beautiful light.
“Wow, Monty, your glow is amazing!” Pip would say. “It would be wonderful to paint with a light like that!” Luna would chime in, “I bet my pebbles would sparkle even more brightly in your glow!” But Monty would just huddle closer to his light, mumbling, “It’s… it’s just right for me.”
One night, a terrible storm rolled in. The wind howled, and the rain lashed against the hills. Pip’s little house lost power, and Luna’s pebble collection was plunged into darkness. They were both very scared. They bravely went to Monty’s cave, hoping he might help.
Monty saw their worried faces. He hesitated. Sharing his glow meant it might dim, even just a little. But looking at Pip and Luna, shivering and afraid, something inside him shifted. He remembered how lonely it felt to keep his glow all to himself.
“Come in, come in!” Monty said, surprised by his own words. He carefully directed his glow outwards, filling the cave with a warm, comforting light. Pip and Luna gasped with delight. Pip started painting a beautiful picture of the storm, using Monty’s glow to highlight the swirling clouds. Luna arranged her pebbles, and they shimmered and sparkled like tiny stars.
Monty watched them, and a strange thing happened. As he shared his glow, it didn’t dim at all! In fact, it seemed to grow *brighter*, fueled by the joy of his friends. He realized his glow wasn’t just about the light itself; it was about the happiness it could bring to others.
“This is wonderful, Monty!” Pip exclaimed, holding up her painting. “Thank you for sharing your glow!” Luna added, “It’s so much more fun to enjoy it together!” Monty smiled, a genuine, happy smile. He had never felt so warm and bright inside.
From that night on, Monty always shared his glow. He learned that generosity didn’t diminish his own happiness; it multiplied it. He, Pip, and Luna would often gather in Monty’s cave, creating art, telling stories, and enjoying the warm, shimmering light together. Monty discovered that the best kind of glow wasn’t just a bright light, but the glow of friendship and kindness.
And as the storm clouds cleared and the stars peeked through, Monty knew that even a little monster could make a big difference, simply by sharing what made him special.