Once upon a time, in a cozy little house on the edge of a sleepy town, there lived a boy named Миша and his fluffy puppy, Глей. Every night, Миша would snuggle up in bed and Глей would curl up at his feet, as they listened to the bedtime stories told by Миша’s grandma. One evening, as the stars began to twinkle in the night sky, grandma shared a tale about the Little Star who did not listen to the Wise Moon. Миша's eyes grew wide with wonder, and Глей's ears perked up as they entered the world of imagination. In the starry sky above, the Little Star loved to dance and play, casting its light in every which way.

The Little Star was bright and energetic, but it often forgot to listen to the Wise Moon, who had watched over the night for many, many years. - It's time to rest, Little Star -- the Wise Moon would say, with a gentle voice that carried through the sky. But the Little Star would giggle and continue to dance, ignoring the elder's advice. One night, as the Little Star was busy twirling, it came across an area of the sky it had never seen before. It was dark and empty, without a sparkle in sight. The Little Star felt scared.

It had wandered too far from the safety of the moon's light. - Help me, Wise Moon! -- cried the Little Star, its light flickering with fear. The Wise Moon, with its soft and assuring glow, illuminated the path for the Little Star to return. The Little Star realized the importance of listening to those who know more and care. - I am sorry I did not listen -- said the Little Star, now safely back in the familiar sky.