Zibloo and the Mysterious Star

Zibloo and the Mysterious Star

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Patches the Story Dog

Patches the Story Dog

A story about Fear

for your Baby

Baby Fear Aliens

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Zibloo, a small zany green alien with big round eyes and two wiggly antennae, stands on a soft rolling purple-and-blue hill with arms stretched wide, smiling at tiny bright floating stars that hover near the ground like fireflies. In the background, a wide sparkly night sky glows above gentle swirling purple-and-blue hills with a cozy little crater-home nestled between them.

Zibloo lives on a soft, glowing planet. The hills are purple and blue. Tiny bright stars float close to the ground — like little fireflies! Zibloo loves stars. Oh, how Zibloo loves stars!

Zibloo, a small zany green alien with big round eyes and two wiggly antennae, looks up at the sky with a joyful face, waving one small hand at clusters of glowing stars of different sizes twinkling above. In the background, the wide sparkly night sky is full and bright with many glowing stars.

Every night, Zibloo looks up. So many stars! Big ones. Little ones. Twinkly ones. "Hello, stars!" says Zibloo. The stars glow back. Hello, hello, hello!

A wide sparkly sky that is growing very dark, with only a few dim stars remaining — some stars are fading away and disappearing, leaving dark empty patches across the purple-and-blue sky. In the background, the gentle swirling purple-and-blue hills look dim and shadowy under the darkening sky.

But one night, something is different. The sky gets dark. Very dark. Darker than before. One star hides. Then another star hides. Then another. Where are the stars going?

Zibloo, a small zany green alien with big round eyes and two wiggly antennae, hugs both arms around a round green tummy, looking up with wide worried eyes, antennae drooping down low. In the background, the sky is very dark with almost no stars, and the purple-and-blue hills are deep in shadow.

Zibloo feels something inside. A wobbly feeling. A shaky feeling. It is in Zibloo's tummy. It is in Zibloo's hands. Do you know what that feeling is? It is fear. Zibloo is scared.

Zibloo, a small zany green alien with big round eyes and two wiggly antennae, sits down slowly on a soft purple-and-blue hilltop, knees tucked up close, gazing out at the wide dark sky with a quiet, uncertain expression. In the background, the sky is very dark and empty, and the cozy little crater-home sits quietly in the distance.

Zibloo does not know what will happen next. Will the stars come back? Will the dark stay? Not knowing feels scary too. That is okay. It is okay to not know.

Zibloo, a small zany green alien with big round eyes and two wiggly antennae, sits on a soft purple hilltop holding a tiny warm glowing golden star gently against a round green chest, eyes half-closed, whispering softly. In the background, the sky is very dark, and a faint soft glow radiates from the tiny bright star Zibloo holds.

Zibloo picks up one tiny bright star floating near the ground. It is warm. It is soft. Zibloo holds it close. Then Zibloo does something brave. Zibloo whispers: "I am scared."

Lula, a small round friendly moon with a soft silver-white glow, gentle closed-smile face, and a faint sparkling halo, floats close to the ground near the purple-and-blue hilltop, glowing warmly in the darkness. In the background, the very dark sky stretches wide and empty above the shadowy purple-and-blue hills.

Then — a gentle glow floats near. It is Lula! Lula is a small, round, friendly moon. Lula glows soft silver-white. "Zibloo," says Lula quietly. "I get scared too. Can I sit with you?"

Zibloo, a small zany green alien with big round eyes and two wiggly antennae, sits on a soft purple hilltop next to Lula, a small round friendly moon with a soft silver-white glow and gentle face, both close together, Zibloo holding a tiny warm glowing golden star. In the background, the dark sky is vast and quiet, and the purple-and-blue hills are softly lit by Lula's silver-white glow.

"Yes, please," says Zibloo. So Lula sits close. They are together in the dark. Zibloo holds the tiny bright star. Lula glows her soft silver-white glow. They are not alone.

Zibloo, a small zany green alien with big round eyes and two wiggly antennae, sits peacefully with eyes closed, breathing slowly, the tiny warm glowing golden star resting in small green lap, a calm expression replacing the worry. In the background, Lula's soft silver-white glow gently illuminates the dark purple-and-blue hilltop.

"My tummy feels wobbly," says Zibloo. "Mine too," says Lula. They breathe in slowly — in, in, in. They breathe out slowly — out, out, out. Can you breathe with them? In… and out.

A tiny warm glowing golden star resting on the soft purple-and-blue hilltop, glowing a little brighter than before, with a faint warm golden light spreading gently outward across the ground. In the background, the very dark sky has the faintest hint of deep blue returning at the edges.

Zibloo said "I am scared" out loud. Lula said "me too." And something funny happened. The wobbly feeling got a little smaller. Not gone. But smaller. Sharing helped. It really did.

Three small bright new stars peeking through a dark sky, glowing fresh and warm, each a slightly different size, scattered across the wide expanse above the gentle purple-and-blue hills. In the background, the deep dark sky is softening to a rich dark blue with faint hints of purple at the horizon.

Then — look! One tiny new star peeks through the dark. Then another. Then one more. Not all the stars are back. The sky is not all bright yet. But it is not all dark anymore, either.

Zibloo, a small zany green alien with big round eyes and two wiggly antennae, looks upward with a gentle expression of wonder, holding the tiny warm glowing golden star close, sitting beside Lula, a small round friendly moon with a soft silver-white glow and gentle face. In the background, a wide sky that is half-dark and half-softly glowing stretches over the gentle swirling purple-and-blue hills, with a few small bright stars scattered like promises.

Zibloo looks up. Lula glows softly beside. The sky is still changing. Zibloo does not know what comes next. But Zibloo is here. Lula is here. And that is enough — for right now.

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