Braxton is a Time Traveler. He is small, but brave. He wears a round helmet that goes “beep-beep.”
Braxton floats in the Galaxy. Stars twinkle. Planets glow like big marbles.
Braxton looks worried. “My little time-key is gone,” he says. “No key, no travel.”
A soft voice answers, “I can help.”
It is Moon Child. Moon Child is gentle and curious. Moon Child glows like milk light and carries a tiny lantern.
“Let’s look together,” says Moon Child.
They zoom past a sleepy comet. Whoosh.
They peek behind a ringed planet. Nothing.
They listen near a humming nebula. Hmmmmm.
Braxton pats his pockets. “Oh no. I feel silly.”
Moon Child holds Braxton’s hand. “It’s okay. We can find it.”
Suddenly, a cackle echoes. “Hee-hee-hee!”
A Witch appears on a dark rock. She has a pointy hat and a long cloak.
“I took your shiny key,” the Witch says. “I like shiny things.”
Braxton gulps. But he stands tall. “Please give it back. I need it.”
Moon Child steps forward. “We can trade,” Moon Child says kindly.
The Witch squints. “Trade? For what?”
Braxton thinks fast. He is a Time Traveler. He knows a time trick.
He whispers, “Tick… tock… gentle clock.”
He taps his helmet. Beep-beep.
A small bubble of slow time pops open. Inside, everything moves like syrup.
The Witch’s hand slows. Her cloak flaps slowly. “Hey!” she grumbles.
Moon Child giggles softly. “Now, Braxton.”
Braxton does not grab. He does not push. He points.
“The key is in your pocket,” he says.
Moon Child shines the lantern. The pocket glitters.
The Witch huffs. “Fine! Take it!”
She pulls out the time-key. It is tiny and silver. It jingles like a bell.
Braxton reaches out gently. “Thank you,” he says.
The Witch blinks. “You said thank you?”
Braxton nods. “Yes. We can be kind. Even when scared.”
The Witch looks surprised. Her shoulders drop.
“I… I was lonely,” she mutters.
Moon Child floats closer. “Then come look at stars with us,” says Moon Child.
The Witch hesitates. Then she smiles a small smile.
Braxton clicks the key into his belt. Click.
“Want to see a funny time thing?” Braxton asks.
He turns the key one tiny turn.
A nearby star sprinkles safe, soft stardust like snow. Shh-shh.
The Witch laughs. “That tickles!”
Moon Child claps. “More, more!”
Braxton turns the key again, very careful.
Pop! A little treasure appears: a star sticker that glows.
Braxton gives it to Moon Child. “For helping,” he says.
Moon Child beams. “Mine!”
Braxton gets a treasure too: a new time badge, bright and gold.
The Witch gets a small jar of stardust to hold.
They float together in the Galaxy. Twinkle, twinkle.
Braxton smiles. “We found the key,” he says. “And we found a friend.”