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Saturday, March 24, 2012

The Story of the Little Star

Once upon a time, there was one little girl-star. Her name was Faye. She loved to see her parents twinkle through the dark nights. Faye thought how amazing her parents could be too as they shine so brightly. At that time Faye was not allowed yet to go and shine for the people on earth.

One day, her mommy told her to sleep early because a teacher will come in the late evening to teach her the art of shining. Faye was so happy that she jumped with joy and enthusiasm. So she obeyed her mother. She went to bed before friend Sun went to rest. She was so excited.

Soon her teacher came. Her name was Marga. Teacher Marga shone even brighter than all the stars in the village. Faye thought that teacher Marga was the most wonderful star she ever saw that she was so enthusiastic to learn from her.

To learn the art of shining, Faye has to travel around the skies with teacher Marga. Her teacher will take her to the place appointed for her to occupy. She bid her mommy good-bye and hand in hand Faye and her teacher went.

Up there in the skies, Faye can hardly breathe with excitement. She saw some children looking out of their windows towards her direction when she looked down. The children were looking up at her, she thought. This thrilled her that she smiled warmly at them. She also winked at the little boy who clapped and waved at her.

Suddenly a little girl shouted, “Oh my! Look over there! There’s a new star! Oh, oh... see how it shines and twinkles!” Then, the other children clapped their hand too as they jumped and cheered.

Faye felt the warmth of joy all over her that she smiled broadly at them. Presently, the little boy who waved at her said, “I love you little star! Please twinkle for me till morn.” This made Faye so delighted that she said, “I wish I can always shine for them. I wish I can always make them happy.”

Teacher Marga replied, “dear Faye, one brilliant star is born in the skies today. Look around, you are the brightest and the most beautiful star in the heavens Faye.” She looked at Teacher Marga with tears in her eyes and mumbled, “Thank you.”

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