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Nighttime bedroom lit by soft lamp. Grandmother bends over the wooden bed, tucking blankets around The Little Girl and brother, both sleepy and smiling; star-patterned quilt and moonlit window complete the cozy scene.
Every evening, the moon tugged softly. Grandmother smiled, 'To bed, moonbeam,' and tucked them in. Two kisses, a lullaby, and sleep arrived. The little girl sighed. The dog curled beside her brother.
Small bedroom bathed in silver moonlight at midnight. The Little Girl, eyes wide with wonder, gently touches the shoulder of half-awake brother while Dog stands at the bedfoot wagging; pale beams spill through the open curtain onto creaky floorboards.
On her sixteenth Halloween, at midnight, she woke. 'Brother,' she whispered, 'the moon is calling.' He blinked, nodded, and slipped from bed. The dog wagged, ready. Silver light spilled across their small room.
Dimly lit kitchen doorway opening to a moonlit garden. Grandmother, smiling beneath a wool shawl, drapes matching shawls over The Little Girl and brother who stand side-by-side, excited faces glowing in the cool night; pumpkins and dewy grass glisten outside.
They tiptoed downstairs, and Grandmother waited. 'I wondered when moonlight would find you,' she chuckled. 'Tonight, you’re ready.' She wrapped shawls around them. Together, they stepped into the garden, the dog prancing.
Moonlit garden just before dawn. The Little Girl and brother, barefoot on dew-sparkled grass, twirl with joyful faces toward the sky while Dog bounds after their stretching shadows; silver beams illuminate drifting autumn leaves around them.
Moonbeams tickled their toes. 'Feel the pull, then breathe,' Grandmother sang. The siblings twirled, laughing, while the dog chased shadows. 'Happy sixteenth Halloween,' she whispered. They returned to bed, hearts glowing, dreams bright.