The Mole Who Painted the Sunrise

[MysteRy]

Beneath the soft soil of a quiet meadow lived a mole named Malo. Unlike the other animals who danced beneath the sky, Malo lived in tunnels, where light rarely touched and the world felt muffled. He had never seen the stars or the sunrise—but he had heard stories.

At night, when the forest hushed and the moon listened, Malo would lie still and imagine.

“They say the sky turns gold,” he whispered to the earth.
“They say clouds blush pink. I wish I could see it—just once.”

The other animals mocked him gently.

“You’re blind to the sky, Malo.”
“Stick to the roots and worms!”
“You wouldn’t know beauty if it bloomed beside you.”

Still, Malo dreamed.

Then, one morning, he surfaced.

The forest was in despair. A thick fog had swallowed the land for days. The birds couldn’t fly. The flowers wouldn’t bloom. Even the sun seemed to have forgotten how to rise.

The elders gathered.

“We need hope,” said the tortoise.
“We need light,” whispered the crane.

And from the back of the crowd came Malo, carrying a sack of colored stones, flower petals, and river clay he had collected blindly, guided only by scent and texture.

“I have never seen the sunrise,” he said. “But I’ve heard its story. Let me paint it.”

With his claws, he began to draw across the wide rock near the hill—swirls of crimson, gold, and blue. The animals watched in silence.

When Malo finished, the sun pierced the fog—just for a moment—and lit his creation.

The forest gasped.

It was as if dawn had bloomed from the earth itself.

From that day, whenever the skies grew grey, the animals would gather around Malo’s sunrise and remember: Even those who live in darkness can bring light.

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Moral Lessons:
 
1. You don’t have to see beauty to create it. You just need to believe in it.
 
2. Never underestimate the dreams of those no one watches.
 
3. Even in darkness, your imagination can brighten the world.