One quiet evening, Little Mouse discovered a silver moonbeam tangled in a blackberry bush.

“Oh dear,” squeaked Little Mouse. “You’ll miss your place in the sky.” Very carefully, she unwound the moonbeam and carried it across the garden. The moonbeam tickled her whiskers all the way.

When she reached the hilltop, it floated softly upwards and joined the moon once more. That night, a small patch of moonlight rested beside Little Mouse’s burrow. Almost as if the moon was saying thank you.