Once upon a time, in a cozy green meadow filled with daisies and buttercups, there lived a fluffy little rabbit named Benny.
Benny had the softest white fur and the pinkest little nose that twitched whenever he got excited.
Every morning, Benny hopped out of his burrow to play with his friends — Milo the mouse, Lila the ladybug, and Toto the tiny turtle. They loved to race, play hide-and-seek, and munch on sweet clover leaves.
But there was one thing Benny didn’t like at all — the Big Shady Hill.
It stood at the edge of the meadow, covered in tall grass that whispered in the wind. Everyone said a “whooshy” sound came from it at night, and Benny was sure it was scary.
“Let’s race to the Big Shady Hill!” squeaked Milo one sunny morning.
Benny’s long ears drooped. “Umm… maybe we should race the other way,” he said quietly.
Lila fluttered onto his paw. “It’s not so scary, Benny! Maybe the wind just sings there.”
But Benny shook his head. “No, thank you. I’ll stay right here.”
That night, as the stars twinkled and the moon smiled down, Benny was about to fall asleep when he heard it —
“Whooooosh… whooooosh…”
His ears perked up. It was coming from the Big Shady Hill!
“Oh dear,” whispered Benny. “What if my friends are in trouble?”
He took a deep breath, puffed out his little chest, and whispered to himself,
“Be brave, Benny. Be brave like the moonlight.”
Step by step, hop by hop, he made his way to the hill.
The wind brushed his fur and made the grass sway. Benny trembled — but he didn’t stop.
When he reached the top, he saw something that made him giggle —
It wasn’t a monster at all! The sound was coming from the wind blowing through hollow reeds, making a “whooshy” song.
Benny laughed so hard his whiskers shook!
“Ha-ha! So that’s the Big Shady Hill’s secret!”
The next morning, Benny told all his friends.
“It’s just the wind playing music!” he said proudly.
From that day on, Benny wasn’t afraid anymore. He and his friends would climb the hill every evening to listen to the “whooshy” song before bedtime.
And sometimes, when the moonlight touched his fur, Benny smiled and whispered,
“I’m Benny the Brave.”
🌙 Moral of the story:
Sometimes, what we fear isn’t scary at all — it just needs a brave heart to understand it. 💖