The evening was promising to turn into a starry night. Aster knew nothing of it, however. She wanted to practice hoop dancing she had learnt from the Periwinkle Princess in the morning. Round and round she went, and round and round went her hoop around her. Jumpy was looking at her as he played the flute. He was a little tired; he had been playing since the morning, after all. But, unaware, Aster went on, round and round. The grass beneath her was looking a little less green, but it didn’t complain because Aster was such a darling. And she wasn’t going to hoop dance forever, was she?
When Jumpy managed to get her attention, he showed her the clear water they had collected from around Squishy’s pond.
“A little sip to keep you going?” Jumpy showed her the water. Aster shook her head first while twirling the hoop around her right arm, but then she thought something and decided to take a break anyway.
“Isn’t this fun, Jumpy?!” She breathed her words out.
“It must be. And exciting, too,” he said, wise as always.
“It sure is! Do you want to learn it?”
“I could, but my wings would get in the way. And I think it is a little exhausting, too.”
“Exhausting? I wouldn’t know. All I see is the fun and the fun of it.”
“So, it isn’t exhausting?” asked he, picking up his flute and looking at it with intense affection.
“It might be. But isn’t fun important?”
“Of course, of course. But what fun is fun if you are too busy dancing for it?”
“But it is the dancing that is fun, Jumpy!” pouted Aster.
“I haven’t seen you smiling that fun smile ever once since your second dance, my friend.”
The night had waded in. Stars shone, and Aster lay down on the grass, sighing.
“I am exhausted, yes I am,” she said.
Jumpy said to her, “Then rest, little star. And dance tomorrow as long as you remember fun.”