Koyo and the Thank-You Tree

Koyo’s leaf-shaped ears twitched with excitement as he trotted beside Mira along the winding path into Thank-You Grove. The trees here leaned in close, their branches brushing together like old friends whispering secrets. Sunlight danced on the mossy ground, and Mira adjusted her round glasses, clutching her book pouch tightly.

Do you think we’ll find it today, Koyo?

she asked, her voice hushed.

We have to,

Koyo replied, pointing his tiny satchel toward a towering tree at the grove’s heart. Its trunk was wide and wrinkled, and leaves shimmered with hints of gold and teal.