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by ๋ฃฐ๋ผ๋น„์ฆˆ๐Ÿ‘ถ 2024. 8. 21.

ํ•˜๋Š˜ ์œ„, ๊ตฌ๋ฆ„ ์œ„, ์‹ฌ์ง€์–ด ๊ฐ€์žฅ ๋†’์€ ์‚ฐ ์œ„์—๋„ 'ํŠธ์œ™ํด'์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์ž‘์€ ๋ณ„์ด ์‚ด๊ณ  ์žˆ์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์ด์ œ ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์Šคํƒ€๋“ค๊ณผ๋Š” ๋‹ฌ๋ž์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋Œ€๋ถ€๋ถ„์˜ ์Šคํƒ€๋“ค์€ ๋ฐค์ƒˆ๋„๋ก ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์ข‹์•„ํ–ˆ์ง€๋งŒ, ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ๋Š˜ ์กธ๋ฆฐ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๋งค์ผ ๋ฐค ํ•˜๋Š˜์ด ์–ด๋‘์›Œ์ง€๋ฉด ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ํ•˜ํ’ˆ์„ ํ•˜๊ธฐ ์‹œ์ž‘ํ–ˆ์–ด์š”. ๊ทธ๊ฐ€ ๊นจ์–ด ์žˆ์œผ๋ ค๊ณ  ์• ์“ฐ๋Š” ๋™์•ˆ ๊ทธ์˜ ๋น›์€ ๊นœ๋ฐ•๊ฑฐ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๊นœ๋ฐ•๊ฑฐ๋ ธ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ณ„๋“ค์€ ๋ฐ๊ณ  ๊พธ์ค€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜์ง€๋งŒ ๋ฐ˜์ง๋ฐ˜์ง ๋น›๋‚˜์ง€๋Š” ์•Š์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ฌด์Šจ ์ผ์„ ํ•˜๋“  ๋ˆˆ์„ ๋œฐ ์ˆ˜๊ฐ€ ์—†์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๋‹ค๋ฅธ ์Šคํƒ€๋“ค๋„ ์ข…์ข… ๊ทธ๋ฅผ ๋†€๋ ธ๋‹ค. “ํŠธ์œ™ํด, ๋„Œ ๋น›๋‚˜์•ผ ํ•ด!” ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋งํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. “๊ณ„์† ์ž ๋“ค๋ฉด ์•„์ด๋“ค์€ ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ๊ฟˆ๋‚˜๋ผ๋กœ ๊ฐˆ ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ์„๊นŒ์š”?”

ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ์กฐ๊ธˆ ์Šฌํ”ˆ ๊ธฐ๋ถ„์ด ๋“ค์—ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋ˆ„๊ตฌ๋„ ์‹ค๋ง์‹œํ‚ค๊ณ  ์‹ถ์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์–ด์ฉ” ์ˆ˜ ์—†์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์กธ์Œ์ด ํ•ญ์ƒ ์Šน๋ฆฌํ•  ๊ฒƒ์ด๊ณ , ๊ทธ์˜ ๋น›์€ ์ ์  ์–ด๋‘์›Œ์งˆ ๊ฒƒ์ž…๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

์–ด๋Š ๋‚  ๋ฐค, ์œ ๋‚œํžˆ ํฐ ํ•˜ํ’ˆ์„ ํ•œ ํ›„ Twinkle์€ ์ด์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๋ญ”๊ฐ€๋ฅผ ํ•˜๊ธฐ๋กœ ๊ฒฐ์ •ํ–ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. "์•Œ์•„์š”!" ๊ทธ๋Š” ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. “๋‹ฌ์—๊ฒŒ ๊ฐ€์„œ ๋„์›€์„ ์ฒญํ•˜๊ฒ ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๋‹ฌ์€ ์–ธ์ œ๋‚˜ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด๋‚˜ ๋ฐ๊ณ  ํ™œ์ง ๊นจ์–ด์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์–ด์ฉŒ๋ฉด ๊ทธ ์‚ฌ๋žŒ์ด ๋‚˜ํ•œํ…Œ๋„ ๊นจ์–ด ์žˆ๋Š” ๋ฐฉ๋ฒ•์„ ์•Œ๋ ค์ค„ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์„ ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”!”

ํ•˜๋Š˜์—์„œ ๋‹ฌ์ด ์€์€ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚˜๊ณ  ์žˆ๋Š” ๊ณณ์œผ๋กœ ํŠธ์œ™ํด์ด ๋– ์˜ฌ๋ž๋‹ค. “์ฃ„์†กํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค, ๋ฌธ ์”จ.” ํŠธ์œ™ํด์ด ์กธ๋ฆฐ ๋“ฏํ•œ ์ž‘์€ ๋ชฉ์†Œ๋ฆฌ๋กœ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. “ํ•ญ์ƒ ๋„ˆ๋ฌด ํ”ผ๊ณคํ•ด์„œ ๊นจ์–ด ์žˆ์„ ์ˆ˜ ์—†๋Š” ๊ฒƒ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”. ์ €๋ฅผ ๋„์™€์ฃผ์‹ค ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‚˜์š”?”

๋‹ฌ์€ ํŠธ์œ™ํด์„ ๋‚ด๋ ค๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ์ง€์—ˆ๋‹ค. “์˜ค, ํŠธ์œ™ํด.” ๊ทธ๋Š” ์นœ์ ˆํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. “์กธ๋ ค๋„ ๋ฌธ์ œ๋Š” ์—†์–ด์š”. ์‚ฌ์‹ค, ๊ทธ๊ฒƒ์ด ๋ฐ”๋กœ ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“œ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ผ ์ˆ˜๋„ ์žˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.”

ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ๋†€๋ผ ๋ˆˆ์„ ๊นœ๋ฐ•์˜€๋‹ค. “ํ•˜์ง€๋งŒ ์กธ๋ฆฌ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์ด ์–ด๋–ป๊ฒŒ ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•  ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋‚˜์š”? ๋น›์„ ๋ฐœํ•˜๊ณ  ์•„์ด๋“ค์ด ์ž ๋“ค ์ˆ˜ ์žˆ๋„๋ก ๋„์™€์ค˜์•ผ ํ•ด์š”.”

๋‹ฌ์€ ์›ƒ์—ˆ๋‹ค. “๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋‹น์‹ ์€ ๋‹น์‹ ๋งŒ์˜ ํŠน๋ณ„ํ•œ ๋ฐฉ์‹์œผ๋กœ ๊ทธ๋ ‡๊ฒŒ ํ•ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค! ์•„์‹œ๋‹ค์‹œํ”ผ, ๋ฐ˜์ง๋ฐ˜์ง, ๋‹น์‹ ์˜ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ์กธ๋ฆฐ ๋น›์€ ์•„์ด๋“ค์ด ์ž ์— ๋น ์ง€๋Š” ๋ฐ ๋„์›€์ด ๋ฉ๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ์Šคํƒ€๋“ค๋„ ๊ฐ€๋” ์กธ๋ฆด ๋•Œ๊ฐ€ ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฑธ ์•Œ๊ธฐ์— ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋‹น์‹ ์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ์•„๋Š‘ํ•˜๊ณ  ์•ˆ์ „ํ•œ ๋Š๋‚Œ์„ ๋ฐ›์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.”

ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ์ด์ „์—๋Š” ๊ทธ๋Ÿฐ ์‹์œผ๋กœ ์ƒ๊ฐํ•œ ์ ์ด ์—†์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. “๊ทธ๋Ÿผ ๋‚ด ์กธ๋ฆฐ ๋น›์ด ์‹ค์ œ๋กœ ์•„์ด๋“ค์„ ๋•๊ณ  ์žˆ๋‹ค๋Š” ๋œป์ธ๊ฐ€์š”?”

“๋งž์•„์š”.” ๋‹ฌ์ด ๋งํ–ˆ๋‹ค. “๋‹น์‹ ์€ ๋งˆ์น˜ ํ•˜๋Š˜์— ๋–  ์žˆ๋Š” ์ž ์ž๋ฆฌ ์ด์•ผ๊ธฐ ๊ฐ™์•„์š”. ์—ฌ๋Ÿฌ๋ถ„์˜ ์€์€ํ•˜๊ณ  ๊นœ๋ฐ•์ด๋Š” ๋น›์€ ์•„์ด๋“ค์„ ์ฐจ๋ถ„ํ•˜๊ฒŒ ๋งŒ๋“ค๊ณ  ๊ฟˆ๋‚˜๋ผ๋กœ ๊ฐ€๋Š” ๊ธธ์„ ์ฐพ๋Š” ๋ฐ ๋„์›€์„ ์ค๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.”

ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ์†์œผ๋กœ ๋”ฐ๋œปํ•˜๊ณ  ํ–‰๋ณตํ•œ ๋Š๋‚Œ์„ ๋ฐ›์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์ด ๋‹ค๋ฅธ ๋ณ„๋“ค์ฒ˜๋Ÿผ ๋ฐ๊ฒŒ ๋น›๋‚  ํ•„์š”๊ฐ€ ์—†๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ๊นจ๋‹ฌ์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ์˜ ์กธ๋ฆฐ ๊นœ๋ฐ•์ด๋Š” ๋น›์€ ์•„์ด๋“ค์—๊ฒŒ ๊ผญ ํ•„์š”ํ•œ ๊ฒƒ์ด์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋‚  ๋ฐค๋ถ€ํ„ฐ Twinkle์€ ๊นจ์–ด์žˆ๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์— ๋Œ€ํ•ด ๊ฑฑ์ •ํ•˜์ง€ ์•Š์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋Š” ์ž์‹ ์˜ ๋ถ€๋“œ๋Ÿฝ๊ณ  ๊นœ๋ฐ•์ด๋Š” ๋น›์ด ๊ทธ ์ž์ฒด๋กœ ์™„๋ฒฝํ•˜๋‹ค๋Š” ๊ฒƒ์„ ์•Œ๊ณ  ์กธ์Œ์— ๋น ์ ธ๋“ค์—ˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ๋ฆฌ๊ณ  ๋งค์ผ ๋ฐค ์ž ์ด ๋“ค ๋•Œ๋งˆ๋‹ค ํŠธ์œ™ํด์€ ์ž์‹ ์ด ์•„์ด๋“ค์˜ ์ˆ™๋ฉด์„ ๋„์™€์ค€ ์กธ๋ฆฐ ์ž‘์€ ๋ณ„์ด๋ผ๋Š” ์‚ฌ์‹ค์— ๋ฟŒ๋“ฏํ•จ๊ณผ ํ‰ํ™”๋กœ์›€์„ ๋Š๊ผˆ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

๊ทธ๋ž˜์„œ ๋งค์ผ ๋ฐค ์•„์ด๋“ค์€ ์นจ๋Œ€์— ํŒŒ๋ฌปํ˜€ ๋ฐคํ•˜๋Š˜์„ ์˜ฌ๋ ค๋‹ค๋ณด๋ฉฐ ํŠธ์œ™ํด์˜ ์€์€ํ•˜๊ณ  ์กธ๋ฆฐ ๋น›์„ ๋ณด์•˜์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค. ๊ทธ ๋•๋ถ„์— ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ์•ˆ์ „ํ•˜๊ณ  ์‚ฌ๋ž‘๋ฐ›๋Š”๋‹ค๋Š” ๋Š๋‚Œ์„ ๋ฐ›์•˜๊ณ , ๊ณง ๊ทธ๋“ค์€ ๋ฏธ์†Œ๋ฅผ ์ง€์œผ๋ฉฐ ๊ฟˆ๋‚˜๋ผ๋กœ ๋– ๋‚ฌ์Šต๋‹ˆ๋‹ค.

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The Sleepy Little Star

Up in the sky, far above the clouds and even above the tallest mountains, there lived a tiny star named Twinkle. Now, Twinkle wasn’t like the other stars. While most stars loved to shine brightly all night long, Twinkle was always feeling sleepy.

Every night, as soon as the sky got dark, Twinkle would start to yawn. His light would flicker and blink as he tried so hard to stay awake. The other stars would twinkle merrily, shining bright and steady, but not Twinkle. No matter what he did, he just couldn’t keep his eyes open.

The other stars often teased him. “Twinkle, you’re supposed to shine!” they would say. “How will the children find their way to dreamland if you keep falling asleep?”

Twinkle felt a little sad. He didn’t want to let anyone down, but he just couldn’t help it. The sleepiness would always win, and his light would grow dim.

One night, after a particularly big yawn, Twinkle decided to do something about it. “I know!” he said. “I’ll go ask the Moon for help. The Moon is always so bright and wide awake. Maybe he can tell me how to stay awake too!”

Twinkle floated over to where the Moon was shining softly in the sky. “Excuse me, Mr. Moon,” Twinkle said in a small, sleepy voice. “I’m always so tired, and I can’t seem to stay awake. Can you help me?”

The Moon looked down at Twinkle and smiled. “Oh, Twinkle,” he said kindly, “there’s nothing wrong with being sleepy. In fact, that might be exactly what makes you special.”

Twinkle blinked in surprise. “But how can being sleepy be special? I’m supposed to shine and help the children fall asleep.”

The Moon chuckled. “And you do, in your own special way! You see, Twinkle, your soft, sleepy light is what helps the children drift off to sleep. They look up at you and feel cozy and safe, knowing that even the stars get sleepy sometimes.”

Twinkle had never thought of it that way before. “So, you mean my sleepy light is actually helping the children?”

“That’s right,” said the Moon. “You’re like a bedtime story in the sky. Your gentle, flickering light makes the children feel calm and helps them find their way to dreamland.”

Twinkle felt warm and happy inside. He realized that he didn’t need to shine as brightly as the other stars. His sleepy, flickering light was just what the children needed.

From that night on, Twinkle didn’t worry about staying awake. He let himself get sleepy, knowing that his soft, flickering light was perfect just the way it was. And as he drifted off to sleep each night, Twinkle felt proud and peaceful, knowing he was the Sleepy Little Star who helped the children sleep soundly.

And so, every night, as the children snuggled into their beds and looked up at the night sky, they saw Twinkle’s gentle, sleepy light. It made them feel safe and loved, and soon they were off to dreamland with a smile.

The End.

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