Once upon a time, in a cozy green forest where the moon shone bright at night, lived two little parrots named Gauri and Chandra. They were the best of friends who loved to fly together under the sleepy stars.
Gauri was a wise little parrot with soft green feathers. Chandra had bright blue feathers that sparkled in the moonlight. Every evening, they would sit on their favourite mango tree and watch the sun go to bed.
One peaceful morning, something shiny fell from the sky – plop! – right into their forest.
“Oh my!” chirped Chandra. “Look at that pretty golden house!”
It was a beautiful golden cage, glittering like stars at bedtime.
“It’s so sparkly!” said Chandra, his eyes growing wide. “I want to sleep inside!”
Wise Gauri gently said, “Dear friend, it may look cozy, but it’s still a cage. Our tree is the best home because we can fly wherever we want.”
But Chandra was already hopping inside. “Look at me! I’m like a king in a golden palace! This will be my new bedtime nest!”
“Are you sure?” asked Gauri softly. “What if the door closes?”
Just then, they heard footsteps – thump, thump, thump. A kind merchant was walking through the forest.
“What a beautiful cage!” said the merchant. “And there’s already a pretty parrot inside. My little daughter would love this for her room. She needs a gentle friend to sing her bedtime songs.”
Before Chandra could fly out, the merchant picked up the cage. “Don’t worry, little parrot. You’ll have a nice home.”
“Gauri! Help!” chirped Chandra, but it was too late.
At the merchant’s house, Chandra met a sweet little girl named Priya. She gave him yummy fruits and sang him lullabies every night. But Chandra missed flying with Gauri under the dreamy moon.
One starry night, when Priya was fast asleep, she had a wonderful dream. In her dream, a wise green parrot told her, “Little parrots need to fly free to be happy.”
The next morning, Priya opened the cage door. “Fly home, little friend,” she whispered. “Be free and happy!”
Chandra flew straight back to the cozy forest, where Gauri was waiting on their favorite tree.
“I missed you!” they both chirped together.
From that night on, the two friends always remembered: The coziest bed is one where you’re free and happy.
And every bedtime, they would snuggle on their branch under the gentle stars, grateful for their freedom and friendship.
Sweet dreams!
