High in the night sky twinkled a tiny star — her name was Miti. Right beside her, big and bright, was Uncle Moon. Feeling small, Miti said — “Uncle Moon, your light is so big! And me, I'm only this little. What good is my light?” Uncle Moon just smiled softly.
All at once, rumbling in, came a huge black cloud. Slowly… slowly… it covered Uncle Moon. The big light went out! Everywhere was pitch dark. Miti trembled with fear — “Uncle Moon! Where are you?” From inside the cloud, a muffled voice answered — “I'm trapped, Miti!”
Down in the village pond, a little duckling was crying — peep, peep! In the dark he had lost his mother! Which way was the bank, which way was home — he couldn't see a thing. “Ma… oh Ma… where are you?” From the bank Mother Duck called — “Here I am, sweetheart! Come towards the light!” But you tell me — in all this dark, where would any light come from?
Uncle Moon called out, desperate — “Miti, it's all on you now! Light up your little light, dear!” Miti's heart went pit-a-pat — “What can my tiny light do?” Still, with all her might she pushed against the cloud — a little more… a little more… and pop! her thin golden light slipped through a gap!
Miti's thin light fell onto the pond water — shimmer, shimmer! Across the dark water a slender golden path appeared. The duckling's eyes went wide — “There's the way!” Then, splash by splash, he followed the light and swam straight into his mother's wing.
A little later, the cloud drifted away. Uncle Moon beamed bright again — but tonight he smiled the most at Miti. “See, Miti? My great big light got hidden by a cloud, and it was your little light that showed the way!” With joy, Miti shimmered and glowed brighter than ever before.
From that night on, Miti never again thought herself small. Down below, by the pond, the duckling sleeps peacefully under his mother's wing. And up above, beside Uncle Moon, a little star twinkles on — her light is small, but oh, so needed.