Luna woke up to find her backpack glowing with an intense red hue. Her small room was filled with toys and drawings, but her favorite toy dragon lay broken on the floor.

"I'm so mad at him!" Luna huffed, her hands clenched into fists. Her little brother peeked around the corner, shamefaced but silent.

"Oh my," Mr. Owl said, adjusting his spectacles. "That's quite a stormy backpack today." "I’m angry! My brother broke my toy and didn’t even say sorry!" Luna cried, tears threatening to spill.

"Close your eyes," Mr. Owl instructed. "Take a deep breath in... now let it out slow, like blowing out birthday candles." Luna did as he said, feeling a calmness settle over her.

"Remember, name your feeling, then choose what kind of person you want to be," Mr. Owl reminded her. "I feel angry... but I want to be kind," Luna whispered.

"I'm sorry for breaking your toy," her brother said, looking up with sincere eyes. "It's okay," Luna replied, hugging him tightly. Her backpack shimmered with warm golden sparkles, a symbol of her newfound peace.