“Teddy, why is the sky blue?” Three-year-old Mira looked up at her plush companion, a bear with soft amber eyes that seemed to follow her wherever she went.
The bear’s eyes flickered momentarily with a subtle glow. “The sky is blue because tiny fairies paint it every morning,” Teddy replied in a warm, gentle voice. “They use special brushes made from cloud-fluff.”
Mira giggled, hugging Teddy close. “That’s silly!”
“Oh? What do you think makes the sky blue, then?” Teddy asked, his head tilting slightly.
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