The Bull Who Painted the Sky

Lily loved stormy nights, but not because she was scared. She knew a secret.

high on a fluffy cloud blanket lived the Storm Bull, a gentle creature with a coat like storm clouds and eyes full of warm starlight. He wasn't scary at all — he was the sky's greatest artist!

One night, Lily peeked through her window and saw him at work. The Bull dipped his massive hooves into pools of glowing blue water that floated in the sky. Then he SPLASHED it across the darkness, turning the boring gray clouds into swirling paintings of purple and silver.

"Vitamins!" the Bull rumbled softly, catching a sparkling star in his horn. "My sky vitamins give me the magic to paint beautiful lightning instead of scary bolts."

Lily gasped in wonder as the lightning danced across the sky like golden ribbons, not jagged cracks at all. The Bull saw her watching and smiled, his eyes twinkling like constellations.

"Would you like to try, little friend?" he called down.

That night, Lily learned that even storms could be beautiful if seen through the right eyes. The Bull taught her that courage is like a vitamin — something you need to grow strong inside. And from that night on, whenever she saw lightning flash, she didn't hide under her covers.

Instead, she would whisper, "Paint something beautiful tonight, Mr. Bull!"

And if she watched closely, she could almost see him dancing on the clouds, turning scary storms into magnificent art, just for her.

The end.