Jenibeth was a little Fairy on the Moon. She was gentle and brave. She liked to help.
On the Moon, the ground was soft silver dust. The rocks looked like sleepy eggs. Tiny blue flowers grew in round craters.
Jenibeth had a small glow-lamp on her wrist. It blinked, blinked, blinked.
“Uh-oh,” said Jenibeth. “My Moon Lamp is dim. Night feels too big.”
Phoenix fluttered down. Phoenix was bright and bouncy, like a warm spark with wings.
Fox padded over, quiet and clever. Fox had big ears and kind eyes.
Phoenix chirped, “We can fix it! We can find moonbeams!”
Fox nodded. “Moonbeams hide in shiny places.”
Jenibeth smiled. “Let’s go together.”
They walked past a tall cliff made of gray glassy stone. They hopped over a crack that looked like a smiling mouth.
Soon they saw a dark cave in a crater.
From inside came a rumble.
Grrrrr.
A Dragon slept there. The Dragon was huge. Its tail was curled like a long rope. Its nose puffed warm smoke.
Phoenix whispered, “Dragon.”
Fox whispered, “Shh.”
Jenibeth held her lamp close. “We do not want a fight,” she said softly. “We just need moonbeams.”
They tip-toed. Step. Step. Step.
But Phoenix’s bright feathers went—FWOOSH—by mistake.
The Dragon’s eye opened. One big golden eye.
“Who tickles my cave?” the Dragon boomed.
Jenibeth’s wings shook a little. She was timid sometimes. But she took a slow breath.
“I am Jenibeth,” she said. “My Moon Lamp is sad and dim. May we please take a few moonbeams?”
The Dragon snorted. “Moonbeams are mine. I keep them in my shiny pile.”
Fox stepped forward, calm. “We can trade,” Fox said. “We have something nice.”
Phoenix blinked. “I have a warm feather!”
Jenibeth looked in her tiny pouch. She pulled out a small silver bell. It made a sweet sound: ting-ting.
The Dragon’s ears twitched.
“I like that sound,” the Dragon said, less loud now.
Jenibeth held the bell up. “If you share moonbeams, you can keep this bell. And we can sing you a small Moon Song.”
The Dragon frowned, then yawned, then smiled a little.
“A song?” the Dragon said. “I am lonely in this crater.”
Fox sat nicely. Phoenix puffed up like a tiny torch. Jenibeth lifted her hands.
They sang, very simple:
“Moon so round,
Moon so bright,
Keep us safe
In gentle night.”
The Dragon’s big shoulders relaxed.
“I will share,” the Dragon said.
It opened its claw. In its pile were smooth stones, shiny shells, and a jar with soft light inside.
“Moonbeams,” whispered Phoenix.
Jenibeth dipped her lamp near the jar. One beam slid in like a ribbon. Then another. Then another.
Her Moon Lamp glowed bright again. Blink! Blink! Happy blink!
Jenibeth clapped. “Thank you!”
The Dragon pushed the jar closer. “Take one extra,” it said. “For later.”
Fox wagged a tail. “Good sharing,” Fox said.
Phoenix giggled. “Dragon is not grumpy. Dragon is sleepy!”
The Dragon chuckled. “I am a little grumpy. But I can learn.”
Jenibeth gave the silver bell to the Dragon.
“Ting-ting,” the Dragon tried, gently. “Nice.”
On the way home, the Moon looked less scary. The flowers looked bluer. The craters looked like cozy bowls.
Jenibeth held her bright lamp high.
“We did it together,” she said.
Phoenix twirled. “Teamwork!”
Fox nodded. “And kindness.”
At their tiny Moon nook, Jenibeth placed the extra moonbeam in a clear pebble jar.
A little treasure of light.
When bedtime came, Jenibeth’s lamp made a soft glow on the wall.
“Goodnight, Moon,” she whispered.
Far away, in the crater cave, the Dragon rang the bell once.
Ting.
And the Moon felt warm and safe for everyone.