The Girl and the Sleepy Squirrel Circus – A Gentle Bedtime Tale About Magic, Moonlight, and Dreaming Softly
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One dusky evening, as the first stars peeked into the sky, a little girl named Mira sat by her window, watching the trees sway in the breeze. The world was quiet, painted in twilight purples and sleepy blues.
Just as she began to yawn, she heard it, a tiny trumpet sound in the distance. Curious, Mira tiptoed outside and followed the soft melody into the woods behind her house.
And there, under a canopy of moonlight and leaves, she saw it: A miniature circus, nestled beneath the trees, glowing gently like a secret dream.
The Sleepy Squirrel Performers
Tiny tents fluttered in the night air, stitched from petals and feathers. Inside, the performers were not people, but squirrels with velvet hats and sleepy eyes.
One squirrel, balancing on a matchstick tightrope, blinked at Mira and gave a little bow. “We're the Sleepy Squirrel Circus,” he said with a slow, warm smile. “We only perform for dreamers.”
Mira’s eyes sparkled. “I’m ready,” she whispered, as a hush fell over the leafy tent. Then, the show began, soft and slow.
Acrobat Dreams and Dandelion Dust
The squirrels spun through the air like floating leaves, flipping gently through hoops made of silver twine. One glided down a ribbon of silk spun from moonlight, another juggled stars made of soft fuzz.
Mira sat cross-legged, wrapped in a blanket of dreamlight.
Everything moved with the rhythm of sleep, no claps, no cheers, just the rustle of leaves and the low hum of a lullaby. As the final act floated by, a tiny squirrel somersaulting on a dandelion puff, Mira yawned. Her eyes grew heavy, her heart full.
Tucked Beneath the Tents of Night
The show ended with a gentle bow. “Thank you for watching,” the sleepy ringmaster said. “Now it’s your turn to dream.”
A small nest of moss was waiting for Mira beneath the tent. She curled up inside, the squirrels tucking her in with fern-frond blankets. The stars blinked above. The leaves whispered lullabies. And Mira’s dreams swirled with acrobats, twilight, and squirrel-sized tents.
A Sleepy Thought to Take With You
If you ever hear music in the wind, follow it. Let your dreams tumble gently through the trees.
And remember: even the tiniest circuses can hold the biggest magic, if you believe with a sleepy heart.
Goodnight, little dreamer.
The End !
Nadeera Nilupamali
Nadeera Nilupamali
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