Luna and the Light on the Water
Luna the fox could not sleep.
Out past the reeds, something was glowing. It was not a star. Stars stay still. This light moved. It moved slowly, the way a lantern moves.
Plate i · the light on the water
Luna crept down to the water. The mud was cold under her paws.
"Hello?" she called.
The light stopped. Then it came a little closer.
It was a frog. A very small frog with a very small lamp.
"I am Pip," said the frog. "And I am lost."
Plate ii · Pip, and the lamp
"Where do you live?" asked Luna.
"By the willow tree," said Pip. "But every willow looks the same in the dark."
Luna looked along the bank. She could see three willow trees. Maybe four. They all looked the same to her too.
Then she had an idea.
"Hold up your lamp," she said. "As high as you can."
Pip held it high. The little light shone out across the water. And there, in the water, was the shape of one willow tree. It had a small round door at the bottom.
"That one," said Luna. "That is your one."
Pip laughed. It was a small wet happy sound.
Pip went home. Luna went home too. She curled up in the warm hollow of the roots. She wrapped her tail around her nose. Outside, the water made a soft sound.
And Luna fell fast asleep.