In a small village where the stars danced brightly above, there lived a little boy named [Kamsy](QJRZDDFR). He was curious, kind, and loved listening to Grandpa’s stories under the great baobab tree.

One night, as the moon rose high and golden, [Kamsy](QJRZDDFR) tiptoed outside with his blanket. He wanted to ask the moon a question.

“Moon,” he whispered, “why do you always follow me?” To his surprise, the moon answered, its voice soft like the wind. “Because I like to keep you safe, [Kamsy](QJRZDDFR). I shine so you are never alone in the dark.”

[Kamsy](QJRZDDFR) smiled. “But do you watch over my friends too?” “Yes,” said the moon, “I watch over every child—from the rivers of Nigeria to the mountains of Kenya, from the sands of Ghana to the forests of Uganda.”

[Kamsy](QJRZDDFR) yawned, curling up under the baobab tree. “That’s a big job.”

The moon chuckled. “But it's the best job. Now sleep, little one. I’ll be right here.”

And as [Kamsy](QJRZDDFR) drifted off to sleep, the baobab swayed gently, and the moon shone quietly, guarding his dreams till morning.

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