The camera sweeps over rolling hills, alive with color and music. Black Sheep stands on a knoll, its coat a glossy midnight, emerald eyes shining, as enchanted golden shears float and snip through thick wool. The sheared fleece glimmers faintly, as if holding some secret magic, and drifts into a waiting cart. "Another spring, another song for the world," Black Sheep hums, determination sparkling in its grin.
Black Sheep arrives with its glowing cart, setting up beneath a patchwork awning. A sign reads: "Midnight Wool – Soft as Dreams!" The crowd—rabbits in aprons, foxes in hats, and villagers—gathers, their eyes drawn to pastel and white wools. Leo, a lively boy with wild red hair and patched cloak, weaves between stalls, his gaze curious and hopeful. Black Sheep watches as buyers pass by its wool, muttering, "They’ll see how special black wool is soon!"
Black Sheep[/@ch_1] tries new signs—“Cozy Black Wool!” “Stylish and Strong!”—but still, no one stops. The magical wool gathers dust, its glow fading.]
Black Sheep sits slumped behind the stall, ears drooping, as children giggle over pastel skeins nearby. Leo notices the lonely stall and pauses, curiosity piqued by the shimmering black fleece. "Why doesn’t anyone want this wool? It looks like a piece of midnight sky," Leo wonders aloud, approaching the stall with wonder in his eyes.
Leo[/@ch_2] gently touches the midnight wool. It sparkles with hidden starlight, singing softly to his fingertips. Mira and Tobias, Leo’s parents, arrive, their eyes searching for the perfect wool.]
Leo calls them over, holding out a skein. "Mama, Papa, look! This wool is like a dream—it’s warm and soft, and it… it feels like there’s magic in it!" Mira, silver-streaked and thoughtful, examines the black fleece, her fingers tracing the shimmering threads. "I’ve never seen wool like this. It could hold the starlight for our Night Festival," she murmurs. Tobias, gentle and sturdy, nods, "Let’s try. Every color has its time to shine."
Mira[/@ch_3] weaves the midnight wool by lantern-light. Threads of starlight appear, swirling through the fabric, as Leo and Tobias help, laughter filling the air.]
As the blanket grows, it shimmers with constellations, its darkness deep and comforting, alive with flecks of silver. Leo snuggles beneath it, eyes wide in awe. "It’s like sleeping in the sky," he whispers, and Mira smiles. "This will be the centerpiece for the festival. The whole village will see how beautiful midnight can be."
The midnight wool blanket, spread wide, reflects the starlight, casting a silvery glow that ripples through the crowd. Gasps of wonder rise, children reach out to touch the magical fabric, and Black Sheep, standing at the edge, beams with pride. Leo runs to Black Sheep, arms wide, "You warmed the world, just like you dreamed!" The crowd cheers, and for the first time, Black Sheep feels truly seen, its midnight gift shining for all to cherish.
