A Friendship in Silence

From that day on, Sammy returned to the tree every afternoon. She and Slothy didn’t speak much, but they didn’t need to. They watched the clouds, listened to birds, and shared the kind of calm that didn’t need filling.

One evening, as the golden sun dipped behind the trees, Slothy asked, "Do you like the stars, Sammy?"

Her face lit up. "I love them! But I’ve never seen a shooting star."

Slothy blinked slowly. "Maybe tonight’s the night. Let’s wait."

So they waited. And waited. And waited some more.

"Slothy, nothing’s happening," Sammy sighed.

"Stars take their time," Slothy murmured. "Patience, my friend."

Suddenly, a bright streak shot across the night sky.
"A falling star!" Sammy gasped.

"Make a wish!" Slothy urged.

Sammy closed her eyes, heart full. When she opened them, she smiled.
"I wish for us to always watch the stars together."

Slothy grinned. "That’s a perfect wish. And guess what? You didn’t even need words to share it."

One Wish Leads to Another

The next day at school, Sammy felt something different—something quiet but strong. When a classmate invited her to look through a telescope at recess, Sammy nodded and whispered, "Okay." It was small, but to Sammy, it felt like a falling star.

That night, as she told Slothy about it, he smiled sleepily. "See? Even a little courage can shine like the stars."

Sammy realized she didn’t need to talk a lot to be heard. And she didn’t need to be loud to be bright.