The Boy Who Painted the Sky | Moral Stories for Kids | Kids Story Online

 

Nico loved questions. Big questions. Tiny questions. Silly questions.

But today, the biggest question of all appeared in the sky:

“Who painted you?”

The sky was pink. Orange. Purple. Clouds giggled and danced across it.

Grandma rocked on the porch. “No one knows,” she said. “Maybe it paints itself.”

Nico shook his head. “Nope. That’s not enough. I’m going to find the painter!”

That night, lantern in hand, scarf snug around his neck, Nico climbed the tallest hill. The stars winked at him. The wind tickled his ears.

At the very top… he gasped.

A tiny cloud floated down, wearing a little hat and holding a paintbrush.

“Hello, Nico,” said the cloud with a soft puff. “I’m the Sky Painter. Every morning, I dip my brush into the sun and splash colors across the world.”

“Can… can I help?” Nico asked.

“Of course!” said the cloud. “But every color has a feeling. Blue is calm. Pink is joy. Orange is adventure. Yellow… laughter!”

Nico dipped his brush into the morning sun. Swish! Swirl! The sky sparkled. Clouds giggled. The village below awoke to a rainbow that danced and twirled.

From that day on, Nico painted with the Sky Painter. Every morning, a new sky. Every day, a new adventure.

And Nico learned something very important:

Curiosity can lead to wonderful discoveries, and sharing your creativity can make the world a brighter, happier place.

So, if you ever see a streak of golden yellow across the sky… that’s just Nico smiling at you.

The End.

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