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<b> The Night the <b> Stars Fell Down There once was a boy dressed in blue overall shorts and a white shirt. His shoes were green with brown shoelaces. He always said he wanted to look like everything he loved. But he'd never say what it was! The boy lived in a little village that was surrounded by big hills and many trees. He never played with the other children and only talked to the shopkeepers. He was an odd child! One day the boy was talking to the village smith and confessed something. The smith smiled and told the little boy to run along. After night came, the smith met with the other shopkeepers and told them what the boy confessed and they all agreed on something. The next day when the little boy went to visit the shopkeepers, none of them were around! The little boy searched everywhere for them but couldn't find any trace of where they were hiding. He ran out of the village and called out to them. He heard their voices coming from the hills surrounding the village! He ran as fast as he could up the hills looking everywhere. He'd run up one hill and call out, then run back down, still hearing their voices. Which hill were they hiding on he wondered! It was getting late by now, the sun setting and the sky darkening. The boy kept calling out though, still hearing the shopkeepers voices coming from the hills. As he looked up he saw the stars in the sky twinkling very bright. Four of the stars caught his eye, all sitting in the sky over one particular hill. He raced to the hill, calling out more loud now for the shopkeepers. He couldn't hear their voices anymore. Scared, he ran faster up the hill. He finally made his way to the top of the hill and stood there in shock. There they were! The smith, the tailor, the jeweler and the butcher all smiled at the boy. The boy said nothing and looked at all of them, his eyes wide and mouth open. The butcher walked up to the boy and hugged him. "I love you, son." The tailor walked up to the boy and hugged him. "I love you, son." The jeweler walked up to the boy and hugged him. "I love you, brother." The smith walked up to the boy and put his arm around him and pointed to them. He whispered to the boy something: "You confessed to me you missed your family and wished one day you could play with them in the hills and grass. I see now why you wear the green and brown shoes, to represent the hills and grass, huh? And the blue and white is the sky and stars, right?" The little boy looked up to the smith, tears running down his face and kept listening. "It's my turn to confess something to you. Your family has always been at your side. Even though they died before you got here, the stars shined brightly on you and let your family come back. Your father is the butcher, your mother is the tailor and the jeweler is your sister." The boy looked over to them, still wide eyed. His mouth closed and smiled, more tears falling down his cheeks. The smith walked over to boys family and nodded. He turned and looked at the boy, putting his hammer on the ground and pointed to it. "This is for you. My time here is over. The stars have fallen all around you and many great things are in store for you! You have your family now and they will show you the happiness you deserve. Take the hammer and carry on this tradition." After speaking, the smith walked down the hill and disapeered, the boy never seeing him again. From that moment on, the boy worked along side his family and became the new village smith. For once every so long, a night will come that the stars fall around someone to give them the power to make a deserving person happy. The boy lived out his days along his family, working hard in the village, playing with them in the hills and waiting for the next night the stars fell. Vanille | |