In the heart of a wide desert, where golden sand shimmered like waves beneath the sun, lived a clever jackal named Jani. Unlike other jackals who roamed for food and fun, Jani had a special gift; he could hear dreams.
Every night when the desert cooled and the stars glittered, he listened closely to the whispers that floated across the dunes.
Some were the dreams of children asleep in distant villages, others were the quiet hopes of tiny desert animals. Jani kept these dreams safe, tucking them into the folds of his heart.
The Night of the Restless Winds
One evening, a restless wind swept across the desert. It carried worries instead of dreams. The owls hooted anxiously, the fennec foxes curled tight in fear, and even the scorpions hid under the sand.
Jani raised his head and listened carefully. The dreams were fading, tangled in the noisy gusts. Without dreams, the desert would lose its gentle spirit, and everyone would sleep uneasy.
Jani knew he had to act. He climbed onto a tall dune, his fur glowing silver under the moon, and whispered, “I will guard the dreams until the winds calm.”
The Gathering of Desert Friends
Word spread quickly. Animals of all sizes came to Jani. A tortoise carried a glowing pebble to light the way, a tiny jerboa drummed softly on the sand to calm hearts, and an owl offered her wise songs.
Together, they formed a circle around Jani, creating a shield of kindness. As the winds howled louder, Jani closed his eyes and imagined the softest desert lullaby.
The animals joined in, their sounds blending into a melody that soothed the desert itself. Slowly, the dreams returned, floating like fireflies through the air.
Dreams Restored Beneath the Stars
By dawn, the restless winds had passed. The desert was quiet once more, and dreams shimmered over the dunes like dew.
The children in villages slept peacefully, and the animals awoke with smiles. Jani stood proudly, his tail brushing the sand, knowing he had protected something greater than food or treasure.
From that night on, whenever desert winds stirred, the animals would say, “Jani is watching over our dreams.” And the stars above seemed to sparkle brighter, as if they too were proud of the jackal who guarded the desert’s heart.
The End !