In a wonderfully cozy little burrow, lived Remy the tiny brown mouse.

He absolutely adored baking the most delicious and special treats for everyone.

Remy always bounced happily on his tiny, eager paws when it was baking time.

Remy: “Oh, cookie time! Hooray!”

His very favorite recipe was for "Starlight Cookies," which shimmered beautifully.

He carefully fetched his biggest mixing bowl and his grandmother's old wooden spoon.

Remy eagerly looked out his small, round kitchen window, waiting for night.

Remy: “Oh dear, where are the stars?”

The night sky was completely covered in thick, heavy grey clouds, hiding everything.

Remy: “No bright stars, no magical sparkle.”

Remy let out a very small, disappointed sigh, his whiskers drooping.

Remy: “Now, how can I bake them?”

He decided to visit his very wise friend, Professor Hoot, in the tall forest.

Professor Hoot lived in the oldest oak tree and seemed to know almost everything.

Remy scurried quickly along the winding forest path towards the big, ancient tree.

Remy: “Professor Hoot, are you awake?”

Professor Hoot: “Hoo's there, little one, at this hour?”

Professor Hoot blinked his big, sleepy yellow eyes very slowly.

Remy: “No bright stars tonight.”

Remy: “My cookies need their sparkle.”

Professor Hoot: “Look deep inside your heart.”

Remy tilted his small head, pondering Professor Hoot's puzzling words.

Professor Hoot: “The stars are always there.”

Remy: “Inside my little heart?”

Remy scampered thoughtfully back to his warm and familiar burrow kitchen.

He stood quietly, closing his eyes very tightly, taking a deep breath.

He remembered all the happy, sparkling moments he had ever experienced.

Remy: “Yes, I feel the twinkle!”

He mixed the cookie dough with so much pure joy and sweet memories.

Soon, perfectly golden cookies, sparkling with unseen magic, cooled on the tray.

Remy yawned widely, then snuggled deeply into his soft, very warm bed.