The Little Floating Bubble.

Once upon a time, in a bright backyard full of sunshine,

a tiny bubble was born from a soft pffffff of a bubble wand.

She sparkled with all the colors of the rainbow —

pink, blue, green, gold —

and her name was Lulu the Bubble.

Lulu wasn’t like the other bubbles.

While they floated a little and then pop!

Lulu wanted to explore the world.

“Where are you going?” the bubbles asked her.

“Up!” Lulu giggled. “I want to see everything!”

So she floated higher…

and higher…

and higher, carried by a gentle wind.

She passed by a ladybug resting on a leaf.

“Hello,” Lulu said.

“Be careful up there!” the ladybug called.

She floated over a sleepy cat.

The cat looked up with big curious eyes,

but Lulu drifted just out of reach.

Then she floated all the way up to the clouds.

The clouds were fluffy like marshmallows.

“Wow… you’re so soft,” Lulu whispered.

The clouds chuckled,

“We hold the rain, little bubble. Where are you going?”

“I’m finding my adventure!” Lulu said bravely.

The wind twirled her around in a dance,

and the sun made her shine even brighter.

Lulu felt free,

like a tiny explorer with a big heart.

But suddenly…

a big gray cloud moved in front of her.

“Oh no,” Lulu gasped.

The cloud began to rumble.

“Don’t be scared,” the cloud said gently.

“Every bubble has a journey…

and every journey has a moment to change.”

Before Lulu could ask what that meant —

POP!

But this time, something magical happened.

Instead of disappearing,

Lulu burst into hundreds of tiny sparkles,

twinkling like stars in the daylight sky.

Her sparkles floated down like fairy dust

to the children playing below.

One sparkle landed on a girl’s nose,

and she giggled.

One sparkle landed in a boy’s hair,

and it glowed softly.

And Lulu’s sparkles whispered,

“Every bubble brings a little bit of magic.”

And so she did.