Moonbrim
Whirl and the Warmth He Kept Inside
Whirl spins round and round all day and feels sure he is going nowhere, while the plain straight door beside him leads people somewhere real. A gentle bedtime story about feeling stuck in circles, and the bitter cold night that proves his turning was quietly keeping everyone warm all along. For every little one who feels like they are not making any progress.
All day the entrance glowed as snow fell. He felt he was going nowhere at all. Readers passed through his turning wings.
Whirl only spun in the same place. He grew sad and slow and low. What was the point of endless circles.
He wished he led somewhere too. At dusk a bitter cold wind came. The straight door let the cold pour in.
But Whirl turned and kept the warmth inside. The library stayed cozy and golden. His circles held the cold away.
Now Whirl turns, guarding the warmth within.
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