Once upon a time, in a little village, there was a chicken named Clara. Clara was like no other chicken. At night, she would flap her wings and fly up to the clouds to see the stars dance! But the villagers couldn't hear her tales, for they had lost the words to the sky.
Armed with star dust, she attempted to remember, "What if chickens need stars in their eyes to know the skies," she clucked. But they couldn't understand, or maybe they didn't want to...
Far out in the forest, it is said that the last leaf knows secrets of spring. A fox tried to capture its whisper, thinking perhaps of riddle that could tickle his heart awake.
But every night as the moon sparkles upon his fur, he forgets before the dawn. And the leaf giggles softly, "Forget-me-nots in bloom don't bloom, they just bloom bloom!"