Evening Stars
What are those The baby raccoon asked.
Staring intensely into the dark night sky that twinkled.
Baby bear and tiny rabbit gathered to help figure it out.
Diamonds? Rhinestones? Goddesses necklaces?
Their mothers sat back and listened, surprised.
They had never seen their young ones this interested.
Let’s always bring them out at night, one said.
The two others readily agreed, understanding the value of this.
Anything that stimulated their learning was a good thing.
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