Moonbrim
The Clumsiest Giraffe at the Waterhole
Tumble tripped over his own long legs at every dawn, while the graceful ones drank without a ripple. A gentle bedtime story about a clumsy little giraffe, a drought that dried the plain, and the day the very legs that made him fall were the ones that reached the sky. For every little one who feels too awkward to belong.
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Every dawn, the waterhole held its breath. His legs were too long and too knobby. The graceful ones drank without a single ripple.
Tumble tried to copy them, slow and careful. But his knees tangled, and the water flew. The herd left, and Tumble stood ashamed.
Then the rains forgot the golden plain. The waterhole cracked, and leaves turned to dust. One lone tree held fruit, impossibly high.
The graceful necks stretched, and fell far short. Tumble stumbled, and his neck kept rising. He reached leaves no one else could.
Now the wobbly one leads to the sky.
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