Magali -

The hare pointed to the river with a trembling paw. The water had washed away the Moon-Pearls—small, glowing stones that fed the forest's light—and they were stuck on a high, jagged branch of an ancient willow tree.

One evening, while drawing in her sketchpad near the river, she heard a sound like tiny silver bells. Magali

Magali smiled. "Don't worry," she whispered. "I know this forest." The hare pointed to the river with a trembling paw

The moon-hare leaped with joy, and as it touched the pearls, a radiant light burst forth, illuminating the entire riverbank and filling the air with the scent of jasmine. and as it touched the pearls

"What's wrong, little one?" Magali asked, gently reaching out.