The Day the Sun Looked Back

One chilly evening, the wind was cooler, and the sky dimmed faster than usual. Bria scampered up the hill, but just as she reached the top, the last sunbeam slipped away.

“Oh no,” she whispered, her ears drooping. “I missed it…”

But just then, something shimmered beside her—a tiny golden thread of sunlight, slow and gentle, still floating in the air.

It paused… as if waiting.

Bria, heart full of wonder, stretched out her arms and gave the sunbeam a hug.

And the sunbeam… hugged her back.

A Bedtime Glow for Everyone

From that night on, Bria climbed Sunset Hill every evening. Sometimes she caught the last sunbeam; sometimes she just remembered it, and that was enough.

She became known as the Bunny of the Last Light, keeper of warmth when the night felt long.

And every bedtime, animals would visit her burrow—mice, foxes, owlets, even shy deer—just to sit near and soak in a little of that quiet light.

As Bria curled up to sleep, she’d whisper,
“Goodnight, sun. I’ll hold your hug until morning.”

And somewhere beyond the mountains, the sun smiled back.

So when night feels too big or too chilly, close your eyes and imagine Bria’s golden hug. The last sunbeam is never too far away.

The End !