The Dream Lighthouse Mystery
by
Thomas
A story about Bedtime
for your 4th Grader.
Bolda the Bright lived by the sparkling water’s edge, where each day brought a new sense of possibility. She wore a small compass around her neck and never seemed to run out of daring ideas.
Blossom Sprout woke up each morning with a cheerful smile, eager to plant seeds and nurture fresh blooms among the sand-dusted gardens. Her leaves rustled happily whenever she discovered a new shoot of green life.
The Dream Lighthouse rose tall at the far end of the village, its pearly walls shining softly under the evening sky. Each night, its beam swept across the ocean, urging everyone to settle down for a peaceful rest.
High atop the lighthouse’s spiral staircase, an ancient owl stood guard. His wide, watchful eyes had seen many seasons, but he never seemed to tire of guiding travelers in the dark.
Bolda felt a tingle of excitement whenever she glanced at the lighthouse’s glow, wondering about the secret that made bedtime so peaceful. She decided it was time to find some answers.
On a creaky wooden table sat a faded map, marked with swirling lines leading to every corner of the village. Strange symbols decorated its edges, hinting at hidden stories beyond the sea.
Blossom carefully tiptoed over smooth stones, following the luminous glow in the sky. She cradled a small seedling in her hands, determined to see where the trail of light would lead.
The ancient owl welcomed visitors with a gentle hoot and a warm flutter of his wings. Even from behind thick lenses, his wise gaze revealed a patient kindness meant to put anxious hearts at ease.