Once upon a time, in a misty green valley where waterfalls sang and flowers glowed at dusk, lived an elephant named Elara.
Elara was not like other elephants. Her eyes sparkled like moonlight, and her footsteps left tiny glowing prints in the grass. Though she rarely spoke, everyone in the valley knew that Elara had a secret.
She could grant wishes
But not just any wish. Only the ones made with kindness, with hope, or from a heart that truly needed help.
So she listened, not with her ears, but with her heart. And when the right wish floated into the air, she would gently lift her trunk… and the magic would begin.
The Wish of the Little Mouse
One morning, a small gray mouse named Mino scurried up to Elara’s favorite tree. He looked tired and frightened.
Elara turned her gaze toward him. “I… I need help,” squeaked Mino. “My brother is sick, and I can’t find the healing berries. I’ve looked everywhere!”
Elara nodded slowly, her ears flapping gently. She touched Mino’s head with her trunk, and with a soft golden glow, a small path appeared, shimmering through the trees. “Follow the trail,” she said.
Mino’s eyes widened. “Thank you!”
He followed the path, and before the sun had fully risen, he returned with bright red berries and a grateful heart. His brother healed. Mino never forgot the kindness of the elephant who listened.
The Sky-Fire and the Forest’s Plea
One dry summer, a fire broke out in the forest after a lightning storm. The animals were scared, and the river had run low. Birds cried from the treetops, and mothers hugged their young.
Elara walked into the heart of the forest. She didn’t run or shout. She simply raised her trunk to the sky.
And from above, clouds began to gather, thick and soft and full of rain.
With a deep rumble like a lullaby, the sky opened, and the rain fell. Not too hard, not too fast, just enough to calm the fire and soothe the earth. The animals cheered, and the forest sang again.
A Gift That Keeps Giving
Elara never asked for thanks. She never made grand speeches. She simply granted wishes where they were truly needed.
A frightened cub, a lonely owl, a seed waiting to grow, Elara listened to them all.
And when the animals asked how her magic worked, she would only smile and say:
“Real magic comes from listening, from caring, and from giving when it matters most.”
To this day, they say if you visit the valley under the moonlight and whisper your truest wish, a gentle breeze may carry it to the ears of a wise old elephant who still walks in glowing footprints.
The End !