A young knight wakes at dawn. He puts on a small helm. He takes his light sword. He smiles. "I help," he said.
He walks to a wide hill. Birds sing. "Tic-tic," they chirp. The wind plays with his cape. He feels big and brave. He says, "Hop!" and runs up the hill. Toc-toc goes his drum. He taps his shield. Tap, tap.
At the top, a bright stream runs. It makes a soft plouf sound. The knight sees a little boat. The sail is small. He climbs in. "I go," he said. The boat moves slow. The water shines like a mirror. He watches the sky. He uses his hands to steer. He is calm. He is smart.
A small bridge is ahead. The ropes are old. The knight thinks. He counts the steps. One, two, three. He walks slow. His feet are sure. The bridge holds. He hums a soft song. "La la," he hums.
On the far side, children wait. They clap. "Yay!" they cry. The knight bows. He gives them a bright leaf like a medal. They all smile. The sun hugs the land. The knight feels warm and proud. He did a kind thing. He did it with a brave heart.
A tiny drum beat says good night. The stars wink. The knight sleeps sweet and calm.
Kind hearts and small brave acts make big light.
