Two Little Lions
Once upon a time, in a warm and sunny savanna, there lived two little lion cubs named Leo and Luna. They were brother and sister, and they loved to play all day under the golden sun.
Leo liked to chase butterflies, while Luna loved to roll in the soft green grass. They would pounce and tumble, giggle and growl, until the sky turned pink and the stars peeked out to say hello.
One evening, Mama Lion called to them,
“Come, my cubs, it’s bedtime now. The moon is rising and it’s time to rest.”
“But we’re not sleepy,” said Leo with a yawn.
“We still want to play,” whispered Luna, rubbing her eyes.
Mama Lion gave them a warm nuzzle.
“I have a bedtime secret,” she said. “When lion cubs close their eyes, they dream of magical things.”
“What kind of magical things?” asked Leo, curling up beside her.
“Things like cloud castles and rainbow rivers,” Mama Lion whispered. “And stars that sing lullabies just for little lions.”
Luna blinked sleepily. “That sounds nice…”
Mama Lion wrapped her tail around them and began to hum a soft lullaby.
The stars twinkled above, and the moon smiled down as the two little lions closed their eyes.
In their dreams, they ran across stardust fields and played hide-and-seek with the moon. They rode on the back of a gentle giraffe and slid down rainbow slides into a lake made of starlight.
And in that magical dreamland, Leo and Luna were the happiest little lions in the whole wide world.
Leo liked to chase butterflies, while Luna loved to roll in the soft green grass. They would pounce and tumble, giggle and growl, until the sky turned pink and the stars peeked out to say hello.
One evening, Mama Lion called to them,
“Come, my cubs, it’s bedtime now. The moon is rising and it’s time to rest.”
“But we’re not sleepy,” said Leo with a yawn.
“We still want to play,” whispered Luna, rubbing her eyes.
Mama Lion gave them a warm nuzzle.
“I have a bedtime secret,” she said. “When lion cubs close their eyes, they dream of magical things.”
“What kind of magical things?” asked Leo, curling up beside her.
“Things like cloud castles and rainbow rivers,” Mama Lion whispered. “And stars that sing lullabies just for little lions.”
Luna blinked sleepily. “That sounds nice…”
Mama Lion wrapped her tail around them and began to hum a soft lullaby.
The stars twinkled above, and the moon smiled down as the two little lions closed their eyes.
In their dreams, they ran across stardust fields and played hide-and-seek with the moon. They rode on the back of a gentle giraffe and slid down rainbow slides into a lake made of starlight.
And in that magical dreamland, Leo and Luna were the happiest little lions in the whole wide world.
Goodnight, Leo. Goodnight, Luna.
Sleep tight, little lions. The world will wait for you tomorrow.
