“Do you not love the other stars?”
“Yes, I love you all, but I love the dear flowers best.”
“Then why do you not go to them?” said the sad Mother Moon.
“I will, I will; good-by, good-by,” said the star.
In the morning this little star was gone from the sky.
But a beautiful dandelion was growing in the meadow.
| quietly | happy | heard | friends | asked |
