Sir Snots Alots was a Time Traveler. He was small. He was brave, but a bit shy. He sniffed. “Sniff… I can do it.”
He stood in the Spirit Garden. The grass was soft. The air smelled like warm flowers. Little lights blinked, like tiny stars.
Fox padded up. Fox was clever and quick. “Hi, Sir Snots Alots,” said Fox. “You look lost.”
“I lost a moonbeam,” said Sir Snots Alots. “A shiny one. I need it to make the garden glow.”
Moon Child floated down, quiet as a feather. Moon Child was gentle and bright. “I saw your moonbeam,” Moon Child whispered. “But it ran away.”
“Ran away?” asked Sir Snots Alots.
Guardian Spirit drifted by like a friendly breeze. Guardian Spirit was calm and kind. “Sometimes light gets scared,” said Guardian Spirit. “We will look together.”
They walked past singing bushes. They tiptoed over smooth stones. Sir Snots Alots held his little time watch. It tick-tocked.
Then—cackle!
A Witch popped out from behind a tall leaf. She wore a sharp grin. “Mine!” she said. “I took the moonbeam. I like shiny things.”
Fox’s tail puffed. “Give it back,” said Fox.
Moon Child hugged their own glow. “Please,” said Moon Child.
Sir Snots Alots swallowed. He was shy, but he was a Time Traveler. “I can be brave,” he told himself.
He pressed his watch. Tick… tock… WHOOSH.
Everything slowed. A falling petal hung in the air. The Witch blinked very slowly.
Sir Snots Alots tiptoed to the Witch’s pocket. He saw the moonbeam: a little ribbon of silver light, curled up like it was sleeping.
He spoke softly. “Hi, Moonbeam. It’s okay. We are kind.”
The moonbeam wiggled. It felt warm. It slipped into Sir Snots Alots’ hands.
He pressed his watch again. WHOOSH.
Time went back to normal.
The Witch looked down. “Hey! My shiny!”
Guardian Spirit floated between them. “No grabbing,” said Guardian Spirit, firm but gentle.
Fox said, “You can have something else. Something nice.”
Moon Child held out a small jar of glow seeds from the garden. “These sparkle too,” Moon Child said.
The Witch’s eyes went wide. “Glow seeds?”
“Yes,” said Moon Child. “But you must say sorry.”
The Witch huffed. Then she mumbled, “Sorry.”
Sir Snots Alots nodded. “Thank you.”
They went to the heart of the Spirit Garden, where a quiet pond waited. Sir Snots Alots lifted the moonbeam up.
“Please shine,” he said.
The moonbeam stretched and danced across the pond. The garden lit up. Flowers looked brighter. Leaves glimmered.
A hidden stone box popped open with a click.
Inside was a reward: a tiny golden compass that pointed to “NOW,” and a bag of soft star-sugar candies.
Fox giggled. “Treasure!”
Moon Child clapped. “Sweet treasure!”
Guardian Spirit hummed. “Teamwork made the light come back.”
Sir Snots Alots smiled, sniffing happily. “I was shy,” he said. “But I did it.”
They sat under glowing petals. They shared the star-sugar, one by one. The Spirit Garden glowed all night, safe and bright.