The night is soft. The moon is round. Lio wakes up a little. Teddy blinks. A small light tickles. It is a tiny star. The star is lost. It beeps: beep, beep.

Lio holds Teddy. Lio says, 'Hello, little star. We help you.' They go out. Quietly, pad, pad. Over the soft rug. The door says click.

The night smells of spruce. The grass is cold and wet. Lio looks. Lio listens. The owl hoots softly. 'Hoo hoo.' The kind owl shows the way. Up there, toward the hill.

We go, go, go. One step. Two steps. Three steps. Teddy nods. The star glitters. The whole world blinks back.

On the hill, the sky is close. Lio lifts the star high. A little puff. Puuuuff. The star flies. Up, up, up. 'Thank you,' says the star. 'Thank you, thank you, thank you.'

The night is calm. Lio and Teddy walk home. Quietly, pad, pad. Warm feet in bed. The blanket is like clouds. Lio is brave. Lio is kind. Teddy is safe. Eyes get heavy. The moon smiles. 'Good night, little friend.'