Luna the llama lived in a cozy green valley, and she was very proud of her wool. It wasn’t just any wool; it was the softest, fluffiest, most wonderfully warm wool in the whole wide world. Other animals would often admire it, and Luna loved the attention. But she *really* loved keeping it all to herself. She thought, 'My wool is special, and I don't want anyone else to have any!'
One chilly autumn evening, Old Man Tiberius, the tortoise, shivered as he walked past Luna’s field. His shell wasn’t quite warm enough for the coming winter. He politely asked, “Luna, dear, your wool looks so cozy. Would you perhaps spare a little tuft for an old tortoise like me? Just enough to line my shell?”
Luna hesitated. She clutched her wool tighter. “Oh, I… I don’t think so, Tiberius,” she said, trying to sound friendly. “I need all my wool to keep *myself* warm. It’s a very cold winter coming, you know!” Tiberius sighed and slowly continued on his way, looking very disappointed.
Later that evening, Rosie the rabbit hopped by, her nose twitching. “Luna,” she said, “My little bunnies are getting a bit cold in their burrow. Do you think you could share a small amount of your wool to make them a warm nest?” Luna shook her head. “I’m sorry, Rosie. My wool is too precious to give away. You can find some leaves and grass, like you always do.”
As the days grew colder, Luna noticed something strange. The other animals weren’t as cheerful as they used to be. Tiberius didn’t wave when she passed, and Rosie barely glanced her way. Even the playful squirrels seemed quiet. Luna felt a little lonely, even wrapped in her magnificent wool.
One night, Luna couldn’t sleep. She kept thinking about Tiberius and Rosie, and how sad they seemed. She realized that having the softest wool in the world didn’t feel very good if she had no one to share it with. She thought about how warm and happy she felt when others complimented her wool, and how much warmer she would feel if she *helped* them.
The next morning, Luna raced to find Tiberius. “Tiberius!” she called. “I’ve changed my mind! Please, let me share some of my wool with you. I want to help keep you warm.” Tiberius’s face lit up. Luna carefully sheared a generous amount of wool and lined his shell, making it wonderfully snug.
Then, she hurried to Rosie’s burrow and offered her wool for the bunnies’ nest. Rosie was overjoyed! Luna helped her create a cozy, fluffy bed for the little rabbits. As she worked, Luna felt a warmth spread through her, a warmth that was even better than the warmth of her own wool.
Soon, Luna was sharing her wool with everyone who needed it. She made warm scarves for the birds, cozy blankets for the hedgehogs, and even a fluffy hat for Old Man Fitzwilliam, the badger. The valley was filled with laughter and gratitude, and Luna had never felt so happy.
Luna learned that day that the greatest warmth doesn’t come from keeping things to yourself, but from sharing them with others. And as she drifted off to sleep that night, surrounded by her grateful friends, she knew that her wool wasn’t just the softest in the valley – it was also the most loved.