MochiCuento: “The Party That Was Lost in the Wind🥳🍃"
🎉 “The Party That Was Lost in the Wind”
It was a very special day in the Magic Forest…
Today was the Festival of a Thousand Flowers! 🌸
Every year, when the forest reached its brightest and most fragrant, the Mochimals gathered to dance, share honey sweets, and tell stories under the light of the glowing petals.
Mimi the bunny had prepared garlands with freshly fallen petals.
Toko, as always, had found stones that “looked like cakes” (although they couldn’t be eaten).
Bibi flew from flower to flower, leaving a golden trail of cheerful pollen.
And Boro was rehearsing a very, very old tale that was only told that day.
But just as Fukko went to unfold the map to indicate where the party would be...
💨 WHOOSH!
A playful wind picked him up and sent him flying through the trees.
"Noooo! The map's gone!" Fukko shouted, chasing it through the leaves.
The problem was clear:
Nobody remembered where the party was.
🧭 An open-hearted search
"Calm down," Boro said in his soft voice. "The forest isn't lost, it just changes."
"And I have a legendary nose for cookies!" Toko said, running in any direction.
“Maybe… if we follow the happiest flowers,” Mimi suggested, stroking a daisy that seemed to be smiling.
—Don't worry... the wind doesn't always take things away... sometimes it brings them back —whispered Nubo, while he continued daydreaming on a branch.
"I fly above and see everything!" Bibi buzzed.
One by one, the Mochimals split into groups, exploring different trails:
🦊 Fukko guided with intuition.
🐻 Boro listened to the whisper of the trees.
🦝 Toko… well, she got distracted by something shiny.
🐰 Mimi decorated the path with petals “in case anyone got lost.”
🦥 Nubo was hanging from branch to branch… dozing.
🐝 And Bibi hovered above, searching from the sky.
After a lot of laughter, winding paths, and a small shower of natural confetti (courtesy of some playful flowers), they found a clearing they didn't remember... but that felt like the perfect place.
And there, in the center, the map was hanging from a branch.
As if the wind had wanted to play a little joke on the forest.
🌸 Let the party begin
Mimi spread out the garlands.
Toko placed her cake stones around.
Boro began its story.
And Fukko… smiled.
—Maybe the forest does know how to throw better parties than we do , he said with a chuckle.
That night, under the moonlight and dancing fireflies, the Mochimals celebrated their most beautiful party. Not because it was perfect, nor because it was planned…
But because they did it together!!