*How the Sun, the Moon, and the Wind Went Out to Dinner*

Long, long ago, in the vastness of the sky, there lived three children of the Evening Star: the bright and powerful *Sun*, the swift and restless *Wind*, and the gentle, glowing *Moon*.

One day, they received a special invitation. Their uncle *Thunder* and aunt *Lightning* had prepared a great feast in their deep, glowing cave at the edge of the sky. The three siblings were excited and quickly got ready.

Before they left, their mother, the Evening Star, called out to them.

"My dear children," she said kindly, "enjoy yourselves, but remember your mother who stays behind."

The Sun, the Moon, and the Wind promised they would, and off they went, crossing the great arch of the sky, until they reached the glittering cave where Thunder and Lightning lived.

Inside, a magnificent banquet had been prepared—bowls overflowing with fruits from the clouds, golden cakes as light as air, honeyed dew, and sparkling drinks from silver flasks. It was a sight to behold!

The Sun and the Wind could hardly wait. They sat down at the table and immediately began eating. They were so greedy, they forgot everything else. They didn’t pause, they didn’t talk—they only ate and ate, savoring every delicious bite.

But the Moon was different. She too enjoyed the feast, but in the midst of her happiness, she remembered her mother. Quietly, she took small portions from each dish and wrapped them carefully in a soft cloth to take home. She thought, "My mother would love this. She shouldn’t be left out."

After many hours of laughter and feasting, the evening came to an end. The three siblings thanked their hosts and began their journey back across the sky to their home.

When they arrived, the Evening Star was waiting for them. Her eyes sparkled with curiosity and love.

"Welcome home, my children," she said. "Tell me—what have you brought back for your mother?"

The Sun stepped forward first, frowning slightly.

"Nothing, Mother,"he said. "I was enjoying myself. I couldn’t be bothered with thinking about bringing food back."

The Wind followed, shrugging his shoulders.

"I didn’t bring anything either," he said. "It would have looked strange, taking extra food. People might have thought I was being greedy!"

Then the Moon stepped forward, her eyes glowing softly.

"I didn’t forget you, Mother," she said with a smile. "Please bring a plate."

She gently unwrapped the cloth she carried and revealed the lovely treats she had saved—sweet fruits, golden cakes, and shining drops of nectar. The Evening Star’s face lit up with joy.

She turned to the Sun and said sternly,

"Because you forgot your mother in your own pleasure, your punishment is this: You shall burn hot and fierce, and people will shield themselves from your rays. They will hide from you and seek shade wherever they go."

And that is why the *Sun is so hot* to this very day.

Then she turned to the Wind.

"Because you also thought only of yourself, and cared more about appearances than kindness, you will blow hard and hot, stirring dust and sand. People will flee from your face and seek cooler lands and greener places."

And that is why the *Wind is dry and harsh* in the heat of summer.

Finally, she looked kindly at the Moon.

"Because you remembered your mother with love and generosity, you shall be blessed. Your light will be soft and cool, and people will welcome you joyfully. Lovers will whisper under your glow, and poets will write songs about your beauty."

And that is why the **Moon’s light is soft, cool, and beloved by all**.

#Moral of the Story:

**Thoughtfulness and kindness bring lasting blessings. Selfishness, even when unnoticed by others, leads to discomfort and loss. Never forget those who care for you, even when you're surrounded by joy.**

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