Moon’s Little Parcel

Sun, Moon, and Wind lived with their mother, a bright little Star. One evening, their aunt and uncle invited the three siblings to a feast beyond the cloud gardens. Star stayed home to watch their doorway.

The siblings crossed a bridge of rosy clouds. Sun hurried toward the smell of warm bread, and Wind followed the floating ribbons. Moon looked back once and saw their mother still waving beside the lamp.

At the feast, bowls of rice, vegetables, fruit, and sweets filled the table. Their hosts welcomed everyone warmly. Sun took a comfortable seat, Wind admired the decorations, and Moon helped pass the first dishes.

Sun enjoyed every dish and thought mostly about the next one. Wind laughed and chased a napkin that fluttered away. Neither noticed that the evening was growing late or wondered what Star might eat.

Moon remembered the lamp beside their own door. Their mother had missed the gathering so her children could go. Moon asked the hosts for a clean cloth and permission to save a little food.

With the hosts’ help, Moon packed bread, fruit, and a small covered bowl. The parcel was not large, but it held a taste of the feast. Moon tied the corners securely before joining the others.

The siblings returned along the darkening cloud bridge. Sun described the sweetest pudding, and Wind described the music. Moon carried the parcel with both hands while the familiar doorway shone steadily ahead.

Moon placed the parcel beside their mother’s lamp and opened its corners. Sun and Wind leaned close to see the saved bread and fruit. Moon had brought a little taste of the feast home for Star.

Star came to the table and thanked Moon. Sun and Wind realized they had forgotten the person waiting at home. Their mother shared the saved food with everyone, leaving plenty of room to learn together.

In this old sky tale, Moon shines with a cool, gentle light. Sun and Wind promise to remember others next time. Whenever the little family gathers, kindness makes the smallest parcel feel like a feast.