Once upon a time, on the sparkling Mount Olympus, lived a little god named Zeus. He wasn't like the other gods, who spent their days throwing thunderbolts and having grand feasts. Little Zeus loved to explore!
One day, Little Zeus wandered away from the palace. He was very curious about the twinkling stars and the fluffy clouds. He skipped past the giggling nymphs and the wise centaurs, his little sandals padding softly on the mossy ground.
As the sun began to set, painting the sky in beautiful shades of orange and purple, Little Zeus felt a yawn creeping up on him. He was tired! But he was still so far from home.
Suddenly, he heard a tiny whimper. A little cloud sprite, no bigger than his thumb, lay on the ground, looking lost and scared. Little Zeus, showing his bravery, gently picked up the sprite.
‘Don’t worry,’ whispered Little Zeus, his voice full of kindness. ‘I’ll help you.’ He carefully carried the sprite back towards the palace, his little legs feeling heavier with each step.
Along the way, he saw a family of sleepy owls, their large eyes blinking slowly. He also saw the moon, big and bright, starting to peek from behind the mountains.
Finally, Little Zeus reached the palace. He returned the sprite to its family, who were overjoyed. Then, feeling very tired himself, he snuggled into his soft, fluffy bed.
As he drifted off to sleep, Little Zeus dreamt of flying amongst the clouds with the sprite, and he learned a very important lesson: Even the bravest gods and goddesses need a good night’s sleep to have adventures the next day! He knew that tomorrow, he would explore again, but tonight, it was time for sweet dreams.