Little Lamb’s Woolly Blanket

Once upon a time, in a soft green meadow dotted with daisies, lived a fluffy little lamb named Luna. Luna had the softest, whitest wool that sparkled like tiny stars in the moonlight.

Every evening, when the sun painted the sky in gentle pinks and purples, Luna would feel her wool growing extra cozy and warm. She would curl up in her favorite spot beneath the old oak tree, but something was missing.

“I wish I had a special blanket for bedtime,” Luna whispered to the evening breeze.

The wise old oak tree rustled its leaves and whispered back, “Little lamb, look closely at your beautiful wool. What do you see?”

Luna looked down at her fluffy coat and gasped with wonder. Her wool had grown so long and soft that it naturally draped around her like the most perfect blanket in the world! It was warm and white, with the gentlest texture that felt like clouds.

“My wool IS my blanket!” Luna said with sleepy joy. She snuggled deeper into her own cozy coat, feeling perfectly warm and safe.

The fireflies began to dance around her, twinkling like tiny nightlights. The gentle breeze hummed a lullaby through the grass. And Luna realized that the most wonderful blanket of all was the one she had carried with her everywhere she went.

As the first stars appeared in the velvet sky, Luna closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, wrapped in her very own woolly blanket. She dreamed of floating on soft white clouds, feeling loved and warm and perfectly safe.

And from that night on, Luna never worried about bedtime again, because she knew that wherever she went, her cozy woolly blanket would always be with her.

The end.