The Floating Train Adventure

The wooden train circled its little track every night — clicking,

clacking, soft and steady. But one evening, the child noticed something strange.

The train didn’t stop at the end of the track. It just kept going… straight over the

edge. Instead of falling, it floated — wheels spinning in the air like it still

rode invisible rails. It circled the room slowly, passing over books, pillows,

toys. Never bumping into anything. When it passed the child’s bed,

it tooted softly — like saying goodnight. The next morning, tiny tracks made

of stardust covered the floor, looping from the shelf to the window and back.