In the deep forest below, a wise old owl looked up at the sky. His round golden eyes spotted Luma twinkling softly. With a flap of his wings, he flew closer.
"Little star," hooted the owl, "why do stars twinkle?"
Luma giggled. "Because we dance with the night breeze. That's what makes us sparkle."
The owl blinked thoughtfully. Then he asked, "And where do stars go when the sun rises?"
Luma whispered kindly, "We hide and rest until the night comes again. That way, we can shine fresh and bright."
The owl tilted his head, amazed by her answers. "Thank you, little star," he said. "You've given me so much to think about."
Luma twinkled happily. "Always keep asking questions," she said. "Curiosity makes us wiser."
The owl spread his wings and flew back to the forest, feeling a little smarter - and a lot more curious - than before.