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The Girl Who Planted Sunsets

   Tessa was a girl with soil under her nails and wonder in her heart. She lived on the edge of the valley where the sky stretched endlessly, and the sunsets always made her sigh. One evening, she told her grandfather, “I wish we could keep sunsets forever.” He smiled and handed her a small velvet pouch. “Then plant one.” Inside were seeds, strange and glowing. Tessa planted them in the highest field and watered them with moonlit dew, as instructed. Days passed. Then weeks. Just when she was ready to give up, small shoots sprouted. The leaves shimmered like gold, and at dusk, the flowers burst open in hues of coral, amber, and lavender. The sky mirrored them. Each evening, the field bloomed with a living sunset, brighter and more beautiful than before. People came from across the land to sit in her field and watch the sky blossom in color. And Tessa, with dirt on her hands and joy in her eyes, became the girl who had given her village a sunset that never truly faded.
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The Dragon Who Collected Yawns

  

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High above the sleepy town of Hushmere lived a dragon named Piffle, who had no interest in treasure. Instead, he collected yawns.

Soft baby yawns, big bear yawns, tiny kitten yawns—each one bottled in delicate glass jars and stored in his cozy cave.

At night, when the world stirred too much and sleep refused to come, Piffle would gently uncork a yawn and let it drift over the rooftops. Slowly, eyelids would droop, and dreams would tiptoe in.

One night, a girl named Nia climbed the mountain, unable to sleep for weeks. “Can I borrow a yawn?” she asked.

Piffle, surprised and flattered, handed her the softest yawn he had—wrapped in a velvet ribbon.

Nia slept for a day and a night. When she woke, she smiled and gave Piffle a drawing of her dreams.

From then on, children would leave drawings and letters outside their windows. Piffle treasured them more than any golden hoard, for they were proof his yawns had done their job.

And to this day, if you ever find yourself drifting off with a gentle sigh, you might just have been gifted a yawn from the dragon who cared more about rest than riches.

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