Lantern the Beetle and the Kindness She Lit

One small light, shared in kindness, can spark a forest full of glow.

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Lantern the Beetle was quiet and small,

With a glow in her belly that brightened the fall.

She seldom spoke up, yet she always would gleam,

Guiding lost paws through the dark like a dream.

And the forest kept turning, as forests will do…

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Crabbie the Crow, with a bluster and sneer,

Was loud, proud, and grumpy all year.

“Feh! Tiny lights are a laughable sight—

No beetle can matter in deepening night!”

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One dawn wrapped in fog that was thick as a stew,

Crabbie flew fast—and crashed into dew.

He tumbled through brambles, his wing in a twist,

Until a small lantern of gold cut the mist.

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Lantern was waiting, her glow warm and clear;

She lit up the roots so his pathway appeared.

He muttered, “I never requested your beam!”

Yet grudgingly followed the slipstream of gleam.

And the forest kept turning, as forests will do…

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That twilight he spied Elder Owl take a spill.

Her perch had grown brittle; she lay pale and still.

Crabbie, astonished, stepped into the rain,

Lifted her gently, and eased out the pain.

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“I don’t know why I just did that,” he said.

Owl ruffled her feathers and nodded her head:

“Sometimes a kindness flows straight on through you—

A spark that you carry, to share something new.”

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Owl guided a Rabbit who’d strayed from her trail;

Rabbit pulled Skunk from a cold, hail-whipped gale.

Skunk, warmed by shelter, then tucked with good cheer

A leaf-blanket snug round a Chipmunk curled near.

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Squirrel, who witnessed that soft leafy deed,

Fetched glowing green moss—just the comfort she’d need.

He thought, Lantern will love this bright bit of night,

And carried it down by the glow of moon-light.

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Lantern, below in her burrow so deep,

Wondered at times if her light fell asleep—

If small sparks could matter, or morning would show

That no one remembered the paths she made glow.

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But dawn softly lifted a curtain of gold:

On velvety moss lay a note neatly rolled.

She opened it slow, and her heart felt a lift—

The forest had circled her glow in a gift.

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“To the beetle who lights what no one else could—

The kindness you spark has returned, as it should.”

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She peeked past her doorway where tall shadows lay—

And dozens of soft little lanterns held sway.

Each flicker a kindness, each shimmer a debt

Repaid to the spark that the beetle had set.

And the forest kept turning, as forests will do,

For a light shared in kindness will kindle anew.

🌱 Moral of the Fable:

Even the smallest light can guide great kindness—when shared, it circles back brighter than before.

🟤 Did You Know?

Small acts of kindness can create something called a “ripple effect”—where one good deed inspires another, and then another, spreading far beyond the first. Psychologists and scientists have studied how generosity can lead to what’s called “prosocial behavior,” helping whole communities grow stronger, more connected, and more compassionate. Just like Lantern’s glow, a little light can travel far.

✍️ Why I Wrote This (Virtue Series: Kindness)

This fable is part of my Virtue Series—stories that help children explore the quiet strengths that shape a good life.

I wrote Lantern the Beetle and the Kindness She Lit to show that kindness isn’t always loud or flashy. Sometimes, it’s a soft light in the dark—a small gesture that grows into something much bigger. Lantern doesn’t lead with force; she leads by glowing steadily, helping others without asking for praise.

In a world that often rewards noise and show, this story gently reminds us that the kindest hearts often work quietly—and their warmth circles back in powerful, lasting ways.

It’s a tribute to those who guide others simply by being kind.

—Ross Boulton