At the edge of the playground, Luna patted her coat pocket, expecting the familiar, reassuring weight of her favorite shiny pebble. Her fingers met only lint. She blinked in surprise, then checked again, her heart fluttering. The pebble—her lucky charm—was gone.

She scanned the bustling playground. Sunlight sparkled on the slide, and laughter spun through the air. Luna’s mind whirled with questions. Did it fall out? Did someone find it? Or… did someone take it?

Determined, Luna approached her friends clustered by the swings. “Have any of you seen a shiny pebble? It’s rainbowy, with a swirl in the middle,” she asked, trying to keep her voice steady.

Olive shook her head, frowning sympathetically. Max shrugged, squinting toward the sandbox. “Maybe it rolled away?”

Luna managed a hopeful smile and wandered toward the sandbox. As she knelt, something caught her attention—a series of tiny, distinct footprints scattered in the sand. Not human. Not bird. She leaned closer, her curiosity crackling.

With a gentle breath, Luna called on her sparkle-powered eyes. Colors brightened, details sharpened. The footprints glowed faintly, trailing toward the big oak tree beyond the fence. Luna’s heart beat fast with excitement and a pinch of worry. She followed the prints, each step a small leap of hope.
At the foot of the oak, she spotted a bushy-tailed squirrel, nibbling on a pinecone. Something glinted beside him—a flash of rainbow in the grass. Luna crept closer, careful not to startle him.
The squirrel froze, pebble in his tiny paws. His dark eyes met Luna’s. She knelt, her voice soft and warm. “Hello, little one. That pebble means a lot to me. Did you find it?”
The squirrel cocked his head, as if pondering. He inched forward, then set the pebble down gently at Luna’s feet. For a heartbeat, they simply regarded each other—two curious souls sharing a secret.
Luna smiled, feeling relief and gratitude wash over her. “Thank you. You have a good eye for shiny things, like me.” She offered a small acorn she’d found earlier. The squirrel accepted it, whiskers twitching, and darted up the tree.
Clutching her pebble, Luna returned to the playground. Her friends cheered when they saw the swirl of color in her palm. Luna beamed, her heart light and full. She’d solved the mystery—not with anger, but with curiosity and kindness.
As the bell rang and children gathered their things, Luna tucked her pebble safely away. She glanced at the oak tree and waved. Sometimes, she realized, secrets were just stories waiting for a gentle question—and brave enough eyes to follow a trail. The world was sparkling with mystery, and she was ready for every adventure it held.