The Fox Who Slept on the Wind – A Soothing Bedtime Story for Kids
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Far beyond the silver hills and whispering meadows, a little fox named Fen lived under a twisted willow tree.
Fen was not like other foxes.
While his brothers and sisters curled into cozy balls at night, Fen tossed and turned, listening to the wind whistling through the trees.
He loved the sound; soft, swirly, and full of secrets.
“I wish I could sleep like the wind,” Fen whispered.
“Drifting wherever it goes.”
And the wind, as if it heard him, giggled through the leaves.
Caught by a Breeze
One night, after trying and failing to settle in his mossy bed, Fen climbed to the top of a grassy hill.
The moon was round, the stars blinking softly. Fen stood still, eyes closed, and opened his heart to the breeze.
Then something magical happened. The wind circled gently around his paws… then his ears… then lifted him off the ground.
Fen gave a quiet gasp. He wasn’t scared. He was floating—slowly, softly—as if the wind had made him light as a feather.“Just once,” it seemed to say, “sleep like I do.”
Sleeping Between the Stars
The wind carried Fen high above the trees, where only owls and dreams drifted.
He floated over lakes that shimmered like mirrors, over mountaintops wrapped in clouds, and over valleys where fireflies blinked lullabies.
The breeze hummed a song only night creatures knew—no words, just a feeling, like being wrapped in a sigh. Fen curled midair, tail tucked under his chin, his breathing slowing. He felt the quiet peace of sky, of space, of stillness.
“So this,” he thought, “is how the wind sleeps.” And slowly… sweetly… Fen slept too.
Back to the Willow Tree
Just before dawn, the wind carried Fen gently back to his little burrow beneath the willow.
It laid him down on his mossy bed, like a leaf returning to the earth. The sun peeked gently over the hill as Fen’s siblings began to stir.
But Fen didn’t wake. He snoozed deeper than ever before, the softest smile on his snout, a breeze curled around his fur like a blanket.
From that night on, whenever he had trouble sleeping, Fen would whisper to the air,
“Carry me, wind,”
And the wind would always answer, “Only if you promise to dream.” And that’s how one little fox learned to sleep on the wind; light, free, and full of dreams.
The End !
