The Best Summer Ever by Eve Bunting, Josée Masse Page B

six new babies and stayed home.
    Each one picked a star. Possum picked one that had five small stars around it. “Those are my little possums,” she told Starman.

    â€œNow I will choose a star for Rabbit.” She pointed up. “I will show it to her. She will love it. And see all the little stars around it? Those are for her babies.”
    â€œSailors use stars to steer their ships,” Starman said.

    â€œThey can use my star if they like,” little Jumping Mouse said.
    â€œGood.”
    â€œDo stars move?” Raccoon asked.
    â€œThey do. But they are so far away you cannot see them move.”
    â€œHow do you know so much?” Chameleon asked.
    â€œBecause I am Starman.”
    â€œWhy do you give away stars?”
    â€œBecause it makes me happy. And it makes you happy. And I think it makes the stars happy, too.”
    They sat quietly in the dark.

    Then little Jumping Mouse said, “We can sing you a song about stars, if you like.”
    â€œI would like,” Starman said.

    They sang:
    â€œTwinkle, twinkle, little star,
    How I wonder what you are.
    Up above the world so high,
    Like a diamond in the sky.”

    They each sang to their own star, as if it were the only one in the sky. And Starman was right.
    Frog was happy.
    And he thought his star was happy, too.