A Sleep Story | Buffalina and the Secret of the Sky Garden

Hi,

It's Stefania and we've got a story for you.

A story about a butterfly named Bufalina.

Baffalina?

Started her journey as a caterpillar.

And she wasn't too happy about that.

But,

Every story has a happy ending here.

So let's find out.

How?

Buffalina and her friends.

Got along.

Well,

Felina.

And the Secret of the Sky Garden.

High above the sea,

On the edge of a tell,

Sun-warmed cliff.

There was a garden.

A garden.

Where the morning dew sparkle like diamonds.

And lavender swayed in the breeze.

And where the sky painted itself.

And oranges and reds every evening.

And in that part.

.

.

Lived a very small Catapult.

Her name was Buffalina.

She was soft.

She was.

.

.

She was gentle.

She was.

.

.

Terribly ordinary.

Every morning.

Bufalina would lift her tiny head.

And look at the sky.

Because above,

The flowers fluttered.

The most beautiful creatures.

That she had ever seen.

Purple.

Gold.

Harlow's like.

I like pieces of rainbow.

They floated and twirled and danced in the sunlight.

Oh.

While Felina whispered.

I wish I could be like that.

I can only crawl.

Morning,

Buffalino.

Set Bramble the Beetle.

Race you to the Clover Badge.

I'll only slow you down.

She said quietly.

So what?

Bumble laugh.

Racing's fun,

Hard.

A buffalina?

She didn't feel like fun.

She passed Telly the aunt carrying crumbs.

Want to help us build a new.

.

.

Tunnel?

Telly asked.

By Felina Sugarhead.

What's the point?

Tilly said gently.

I'll never be anything special,

Paulina whispered.

Tilly watched her go.

Not quite understanding.

At last,

Bufalina made her way to the oldest creature in the garden.

What do you think it was?

What kind of creature?

Mmm.

Snail.

Ran Consular Solomon the Snail.

He lived beside a mossy stone.

Wind chimes made of sea pods tinkled softly.

And he was sipping morning dew.

Let's eat.

Oh.

He said,

Salud.

But Felina.

.

.

Heavy heart,

Babe?

She sat beside him.

Thank you,

Counselor.

What are those?

Blind creatures called?

We'll show you.

They're beautiful.

She said.

How do I become one?

The old snail studied her kind.

Why do you wish?

To become anything else.

Because I'm just.

.

.

This!

She sat looking down.

Weekly.

Wee!

Solomon Chucklesaw.

Is not what you add.

It is what you.

.

.

Uncovered.

I don't understand.

He said gently.

Inbox.

Days passed and something.

.

.

You can to change.

Alphalena noticed she liked helping others.

She shared leaves.

She guided lost aunts home.

She greeted every sunrise.

Maybe.

She thought.

Gentle matter.

Maybe being small wasn't wrong.

I'm already enough?

One evening.

The sky turned the colour of peaches and roses.

The sun melted into the sea.

And buffalina felt.

Ooh,

Strange.

Tingly!

Like tiny sparks dancing inside her.

She hurried to Solomon.

Grand counselor?

I feel different.

He smells softly.

It's time.

Hey,

For what?

I'm scared.

Shows every picture before they grow.

Buffle in a crawl to a quiet place beside a blooming flower.

The sunset wrapped around her like a cozy blanket.

She closed her eyes.

Okay.

She told herself.

And stream.

She dreamed of colors.

Whirling like rainbows in the sky.

Rainbows!

In the air.

She dreamed of floating?

Of lightness Are you coming?

Slowly.

Softly.

She wrapped herself.

Insult.

Round and round,

Safe and snug.

A cocoon.

Peace,

Peace.

The garden waited.

The wind is sprouting.

The sea breathes below.

Side.

Everything.

Huh?

Her old self.

It was melting.

And the new self.

Was forming.

One bright morning.

Bye.

Lights slipped in.

For sure.

Buffalina stretched.

It felt.

Wide.

Behind her.

Solved.

Shimmering Thank you.

Wings.

Wing!

Whee!

She flooded once.

Enjoy!

Suddenly!

She lifted into the air.

And what?

The garden spread below her like a painting.

The sea sparkled.

The sky zoomed wide.

And Buffalina laughed.

The happiest love she ever loved.

The voices cheered.

Below her,

Her friends waved.

Like the ladybird?

Timmy the Grasshopper.

Benny the Beast.

You're blowing!

You're flying!

You did it!

Xi Lan.

Simon.

It's me!

She said breathlessly.

He smiled.

Ow!

You grew kindness first.

Means simply follow.

You didn't become someone else,

Bufalina.

You became.

.

.

Yourself.

Time pass.

Buffalo in the flue each day,

Light and free.

One quiet morning.

She heard something.

The tiny sniffles.

This is not fair!

She looked down.

On a leaf.

Curled into the smallest bowl.

Was a little caterpillar I just.

.

.

The tiny one said,

I will never be beautiful.

Herbalina's heart softened.

She remembered.

She landed gently.

She said,

What's your name?

Well,

A little bit.

May I tell you a secret?

Knowledge.

I used to say those very same words.

You did?

It blinked.

Oh,

Yes.

She smiled,

But.

.

.

Wings grow.

On the inside first.

I do.

They grow when you're kind.

We are patient.

When you learn to love who you are.

Pip looked down.

At her little body Not behind.

I'm not wrong.

You're exactly right.

Well,

Felina said softly.

When it's your time,

You'll change too.

Will you watch me?

Tip Ask.

Always.

Mavelina lifted into the air.

Sunlight poured through her wings like stained glass.

Took a brave little bite of a leaf.

I'm a little bit taller now.

And Bufalina understood something beautiful.

Once.

Someone.

Had guided her.

You know who that was,

Don't you?

Now it was her turn to guide others.

Life moves.

In gentle Caterpillar?

I reply.

Kindness passed on,

Like sunlight.

Hi.

Love to see you.

The garden shimmered in.

Breathe.

And grew.

And somewhere below,

On one small green leaf,

Another pair of wings.

Was quietly beginning.

And that's the end of our story.

I'll be back.

With some more stories for you.

Later on.

Salut !

I'll see you then.

Bye.