In an old, old wood, a young woman named May walked on a soft path. The air was warm. The trees were tall and kind. Tiny lights danced like gold bees.
May held a small lantern. It was not fire. It was moon light in a jar. It hummed a low, sweet song.
She saw a little stone bridge. On the bridge sat a frog with a crown made of dew. A silver fish swam in the air near him, slow as a leaf.
“Hello,” said May.
“Hello,” said the frog. “My bridge feels dark.”
May looked. One side of the bridge had no glow. May felt a small pinch in her heart.
May knelt. She tipped her lantern. One moon drop fell on the stone. Then two. Then three. The bridge began to shine. The stones looked like pearl.
The frog smiled. The air fish made a ring of light. A bright key fell into May's hand, light as a petal.
“Thank you,” said the frog.
May walked on. The path now lit up, step by step, as if it knew her name. Soon she came to a small garden gate. The bright key fit at once. The gate opened with a soft chime, and warm light hugged her face.
Moral: When you share your light, your way grows bright, and hearts feel safe.
