At Sunshine Farm lived a little chick named Ollie.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Ollie was a fluffy, adorable little chick who looked just like a little ball of fluff, but he had a little secret\u2014he was very, very timid.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
While the other chicks happily chased butterflies across the grass, Ollie always hid under his mother\u2019s warm wings.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMommy, the shadow of that leaf looks like a big monster!\u201d Ollie whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMommy, does the wind sound like it\u2019s getting angry?\u201d he asked again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mommy Hen would always gently preen the soft feathers on Ollie\u2019s head with her beak and say softly, \u201cOh, my little Ollie, those are just the leaves dancing and the wind singing. \u201cBravery isn\u2019t about not being afraid; it\u2019s about being willing to give it a try even when you\u2019re afraid.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One afternoon, a gentle sunshower fell over the farm. After the rain stopped, the air was filled with the fresh scent of earth and grass.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oli poked his little head out of the chicken coop and saw something glistening in the grass not far away.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d Ollie was extremely curious. But the grass was so tall\u2014could there be something scary hiding inside? Ollie\u2019s heart was pounding like a little drum.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
He remembered his mom\u2019s words. Ollie took a deep breath, set his little orange feet in motion, and slowly made his way toward the grass, one step at a time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cRustle\u2026 rustle\u2026\u201d the grass made a faint sound.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oli closed his eyes in fear, but he didn\u2019t stop walking.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Finally, he reached the shimmering object. Oli cautiously opened one eye, then the other.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Wow! It wasn\u2019t something scary at all\u2014it was a tiny blue glass bead, washed clean by the rain and crystal clear, reflecting the golden glow of the setting sun.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cIt\u2019s so beautiful!\u201d Oli exclaimed happily.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Just then, a little frog hopped out from under a leaf with a \u201cribbit.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oli took a startled step back, but he soon realized the little frog was just looking at him curiously. Oli mustered his courage and gave the little frog a soft \u201ccheep.\u201d The little frog replied with a \u201cribbit,\u201d as if to say, \u201cHello there, brave little chick!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oli picked up the blue glass bead in his beak and happily ran back to the chicken coop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMom! Mom! Look!\u201d Ollie placed the glass bead in front of his mother. \u201cI found a treasure! And I even said hello to the little frog!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Mama Hen looked at Ollie\u2019s sparkling eyes and smiled gently: \u201cI knew it\u2014my Ollie is such a brave little one.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That night, the moon hung in the sky like a sweet lemon drop.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oli lay beside his mother, listening to her steady breathing. He felt that the outside world wasn\u2019t as scary as he\u2019d imagined. The rustling of the leaves was a lullaby, and the sound of the wind was a goodnight kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cMom, tomorrow I want to go see that biggest sunflower,\u201d Oli whispered.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
\u201cSure,\u201d his mother replied softly, \u201cI\u2019ll always be right here with you.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Oli closed his eyes, a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. In his dream, he grew a pair of golden wings, flew over the tall barn, and danced with the clouds.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It was late at night, and the stars were twinkling outside the window.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good night, brave little Oli.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Good night, all the little ones.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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