Kidy
In the soft evening forest, little one, you and Growy meet a little bear who is in a very big hurry. He runs to a mushroom, then to a fern, then to a puddle, then back to the mushroom. 'There is so much!' the little bear puffs. 'I want to see all of it before dark!' But his eyes are so busy that nothing quite stays.
Growy unpacks the picnic basket, and out come the berries you saved for later. Then Growy goes very quiet. When you look over, Growy's paws are sticky and the little bowl is empty. 'I was hungry,' Growy admits, ears drooping. 'I did not even taste them properly. I just gobbled.' The little bear laughs so hard he sits right down in the moss.
And that is when the smallest firefly floats down and lands on the little bear's nose. It glows, just bright enough to light up one thing at a time, and never two. First the curl of a fern. Then a shiny beetle. Then one raindrop, resting on a leaf like a tiny bead of glass. The little bear goes still, and for the first time all day, he really sees.
'Look,' whispers the little bear, 'the raindrop has the whole forest inside it, upside down.' Growy nods slowly, licking one last sticky paw. 'You cannot see the whole forest at once. But you can see one small thing all the way to the end.' The firefly blinks, and moves on to the next small wonder.
You walk home together through the blue evening, the little bear stopping once, on purpose, to look at one single leaf all the way to the end. Growy takes your hand and asks, 'So, little one... did we grow a little today?' You did. 'Here is your little grow for tomorrow,' says Growy. 'Find one small thing outside, and look at it for a slow count of five.' See you tomorrow, little one.