The Starry Night Adventure
by

Thomas

A story about Bedtime
for your 4th Grader.

The sun settled low over the frontier town, filling the dusty sky with orange and pink light. Cactus Cody stood on a wooden sidewalk, his boots clacking as people bustled by, eager for the lively evening to begin. He could smell fresh hay mixed with the scent of an old saloon piano playing nearby, and his heart swelled with excitement for anything new and bold.

As night crept in, Cactus Cody heard a stranger mention an ancient legend about treasure hidden beneath the stars. Intrigued, he inched closer, determined to learn more. Deep down, he felt a thrill in his chest, as though his entire future might change with this one discovery.

The treasure map was faded, torn at the edges, and lined with mysterious symbols hinting at a hidden fortune. Its corners were dotted with ink spots shaped like tiny stars, as though it had been drawn long ago by a nervous hand.

Cactus Cody couldn't sleep that night. He tossed and turned in his bunk, imagining heaps of gold and twinkling jewels. “So much for rest,” he murmured, yawning widely. Without enough hours of slumber, his mind whirled like a desert cyclone.

The next morning, Cactus Cody felt groggy and slow, nearly forgetting to feed his horse before heading out. His eyes half-open, he stumbled over a loose floorboard on his way to the stable. “I need to stick to bedtime,” he reminded himself, “but I just can’t stop thinking about that map!”

Determined to find the treasure, Cactus Cody followed the first clue to a rocky ridge outside of town. But as he scanned the horizon, the symbols on the map blurred before his sleepy gaze. He gritted his teeth, realizing how important a clear mind was for such a quest.

A battered old tumbleweed rolled by, taking on a strange shape in the moonlight that made the desert seem more mysterious than ever. It clicked and clacked against stones, as though offering a secret message of its own.

Back in town that evening, Cactus Cody nearly fell asleep in the saddle as he rode toward the boarding house. “I can’t keep doing this,” he grumbled. Realizing his restless nights were costing him progress, he decided to set a bedtime: dusk would be for winding down, no matter how eager he felt.