The Tiger Who Tucked in the Stars – How Talu Helped the Sky Dream with Gentle Paws and Moon-Silk Blankets
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Once upon a time, in a quiet jungle where fireflies blinked like tiny lanterns and the breeze hummed lullabies, lived a tiger named Talu. Unlike other tigers, Talu wasn’t fierce or loud; he was gentle, soft-pawed, and always careful with everything he touched.
Each evening, as the sun dipped behind the trees, Talu would sit on his favorite hill and look up at the sky. He noticed something most others never did.
The stars didn’t just appear. They needed to be tucked in, just like sleepy children. And Talu had made it his special job.
Talu’s Tender Task
When the sky turned dusky purple, Talu would stretch his striped legs and begin his quiet climb into the clouds.
He carried with him a woven pouch made of moon-silk and wind threads. Inside were star-blankets; light as air, shimmery as dreams, each one stitched with love by the clouds. High above the treetops, he padded from cloud to cloud.
With his velvet paws, he gently pulled each glowing star into its perfect place and tucked it under a twinkle blanket, humming softly as he worked: “Sleep now, little sparkle light, Shine just gently through the night. The world below is going still, wrapped in dreams and softened will.”
One by one, the stars blinked sleepily, cozy and quiet.
A Sky Out of Sorts
But one night, Talu noticed something strange. The stars were scattered, like toys after playtime. Some were tangled in mist, others upside down, and one little star was nowhere to be found.
Talu’s whiskers twitched with concern. He searched behind clouds, peeked inside comets, and even asked the moon, who yawned and said, “Try the edge of the world, dear Talu.”
At last, near the horizon, Talu found the missing star curled up behind a feather of night. “I was afraid I wouldn’t shine as brightly as the others,” the little star whispered.
Talu nuzzled it gently. “You don’t have to be the brightest. Just be you. That’s enough to light the sky.” The star smiled, stretched, and followed Talu home.
The Sky Grows Still
When all the stars were tucked in and the clouds fluffed into their night shapes, Talu lay down on his hill once more.
Below him, the jungle grew quiet. Crickets chirped. Leaves swayed in sleep. Even the river whispered softer.
Talu looked up at the sky—peaceful, glowing gently—and knew everything was just right.
He yawned, stretched his paws, and let his golden eyes close.
And high above, the stars twinkled… softly tucked in, sleeping safe beneath their blankets.
Because even the stars need someone to whisper “Goodnight.” And sometimes, that someone is a quiet tiger with gentle paws and a heart full of care.
The End !
Nadeera Nilupamali
Nadeera Nilupamali
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