Rumi’s Secret Ring — Under the hushy-blue sky, Rumi tapped each little heart-star with a moonbeam ruler. She had set herself a challenge: count them all before the crescent moons yawned. Read the full story →
Under the hushy-blue sky, Rumi tapped each little heart-star with a moonbeam ruler. She had set herself a challenge: count them all before the crescent moons yawned. “One more,” she whispered. But the last heart-star was missing, and the clouds smelled like cold rain.
Rumi rolled past a smiling cloud and heard a soft shhh-shhh behind her. A bright ribbon of stardust had followed every turn, holding the lost heart-star safe against her middle. It fit there with a tiny click, like a hug finding its home. Ever since, Rumi’s ring circles close, keeping stray heart-stars where they belong. If you visit her sky, can you spot the secret heart it still carries?
