At the end of the Sunshine Forest, there is a colorful cottage gently embraced by vines. There is a round pink pig named Pip living inside the house. Pip’s nose is always wet, like a freshly washed cherry. His biggest hobby is lying on the windowsill, staring blankly at the “starry flower sea” in the neighbor’s owl grandmother’s yard.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Those flowers are amazing! During the day, they look like ordinary daisies, but at night, their petals quietly light up with a light blue light, like scattered stars on the ground. Grandma Owl said that they are “moon flowers”, only the gentlest heart can see them shine.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pip really wants to have a moon flower. He imagined placing it by the bedside, even dreaming would turn it into blue marshmallows. So, in the late night when the wind was dozing, Pip stood on tiptoe, like a pink rice dumpling, and rolled out of the fence of Grandma Owl.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Shh\u2026 “Suddenly, a furry head popped out of the bushes, and it was the neighbor squirrel Nutmeg! His tail is raised like a small antenna, and his eyes are sparkling. “Pip, are you also here to ‘borrow’ the moon flower? \u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pip was so scared that he almost knotted his hooves: “I\u2026 I was just passing by<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Don’t lie to me! “Nutmeg jumped down from the tree, clutching a small basket made of leaves in his hand.” I’ve been observing you for three days! Every time I pass by, I stare at the moonflowers and drool, and my saliva almost softens the fence<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pip’s face instantly turned redder than his pink nose. He whispered, “But Grandma Owl said that the moon flower cannot be picked, and if it is picked, it will not shine<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then let’s’ steal ‘a shadow! “Nutmeg blinked and took out a small mirror from his pocket.” My grandmother said, put the mirror next to the flowers, and the shadow will follow us home. Tomorrow morning, the shadow will turn into a real flower<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pip thought the idea was a bit silly, but Nutmeg’s eyes were too bright, like two freshly peeled chestnuts. He nodded inexplicably and helped Nutmeg gently place the mirror next to a moon flower.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Something strange happened. The mirror did not reflect the shadow of the flower, but instead made a “ding” sound, as if it had been enchanted. The mirror surface rippled with blue ripples, and then a small, glowing flower shadow floated out of the mirror, like a lost firefly, slowly flying into Nutmeg’s leaf basket.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wow! “Pip covered his mouth, afraid that the sound would wake up the stars.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Hurry up, hurry up! “Nutmeg stuffed the basket into Pip’s arms and pulled him back. Their hooves and claws stepped on the fallen leaves, making a soft rustling sound, like singing a lullaby to the moon flower.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Returning home, Pip placed the basket at the head of the bed. The ‘shadow flower’ swayed gently in the basket, with blue light flickering on and off, as if saying goodnight to him. Pip stared at it, his eyelids getting heavier and heavier. Finally, even his pink nose drooped down and he fell asleep snoring.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
The next morning, the sunlight flowed into the window like honey. Pip scrambled up, only to find that the basket was empty, without even a single petal. He was so anxious that he almost cried, so he quickly ran to find Nutmeg.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nutmeg! The Shadow Flower is missing! \u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Nutmeg was squatting outside Grandma Owl’s fence, holding the small mirror in his hand and looking aggrieved. “I didn’t see it either\u2026 Grandma said that the Moonflower was only for those who ‘borrowed’ the shadow to see, but we didn’t ‘borrow’ it, we ‘stole’ it, so the shadow ran away<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pip was stunned. He remembered last night, standing on tiptoe and holding his breath, not like borrowing, but more like a thief.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
At this moment, Grandma Owl pushed open the door, her wings still stained with morning dew. She looked at the two dejected little ones, then at the empty basket, and suddenly smiled: “Silly child, where does the moon flower have any shadow? Last night, you placed the mirror next to the flower, and the flower thought you were here to talk with it, so it divided a little light for you and let you have a good dream. Now it’s dawn, of course the light will return to the flower<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Pip and Nutmeg exchanged a glance and suddenly laughed. Originally, what they stole was not flowers, but the tenderness of Granny Owl hidden in the moonlight.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Since then, Pip no longer thinks about “stealing” moonflowers. Every night, he would move a small stool with Nutmeg and sit in Granny Owl’s yard, watching the moon flowers slowly light up blue. Sometimes, the wind blows the fragrance of flowers to their noses, like a gentle “goodnight”.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And on Pip’s bedside, although there is no shadow flower, there is an additional painting – it was painted by Nutmeg with juice, in which two round little creatures are tiptoeing and whispering to a glowing moon flower.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Every time Pip sees this painting, he touches his pink nose and closes his eyes. He knew that the real moon flower had long lived in his dreams, sleeping with him until dawn along with all the gentle secrets.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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