Once upon a time, a turtle named Toby lived in a quiet little pond surrounded by sleepy willow trees. Toby was not a fast turtle, nor was he loud. He liked gentle ripples, soft songs, and dreams that floated like bubbles.
But there was one special dream Toby had every night:
He wanted to ride in a big balloon and float up to the fluffy white peaks in the sky.
Preparing for a Skyward Dream
One evening, after a warm supper of pondweed soup, Toby waddled onto his favorite mossy rock and looked up.
“I wonder what the clouds feel like,” he whispered. “Are they soft like marshmallows? Or do they giggle when you touch them?”
He curled into his shell, closed his eyes, and whispered:
“Tonight, I fly.”
The stars twinkled like lanterns, and the moon smiled down as Toby’s dream began.
Up, Up, and Away
In his dream, a bright rainbow-colored balloon gently lifted Toby from his rock. It made no sound, just the quiet hiss of the wind and the flap of sleepy wings nearby.
As he rose into the sky, the pond below looked like a shiny pebble, and the trees like broccoli sprigs on a plate. He passed dozing birds and sleepy butterflies snuggled in flower beds.
“Hello, Moon,” Toby waved. “Are those the fluffy peaks?”
The Moon chuckled, “Almost there, brave little one.”
Among the Fluffy Peaks
At last, the balloon floated into a cluster of clouds: big, billowy, and soft as a feather bed. Toby bounced from one to another, each puffier than the last.
He built a little cloud nest and lay on his back, watching dream-balloons float by, some with cats in pajamas, others with sleepy bears sipping cocoa.
A yawn crept up from Toby’s shell. His eyes grew heavy. “Maybe just a tiny nap... among the clouds...”
And just like that, Toby drifted deeper into his dreams, wrapped in cottony clouds and quiet wonder.
Back at the pond, the wind rocked the lily pads gently, as if humming a lullaby just for him.
Goodnight, little dreamer. Close your eyes and float toward fluffy peaks.
The End !