When the first breath of the west wind arrived, the fox set off on his journey. He traveled along winding paths surrounded by mountains, rolling in flowers and grass across the fields. Occasionally, he would hide in piles of fallen leaves, revealing his shining jewel eyes as he played hide and seek with the squirrels.

One day, the fox wandered through the hills beneath a crescent moon hanging in the dark sky. Stars poured down like a shimmering cascade, starlight twinkling through the tree shadows. "Here it is!" the fox thought. Peering into a dark tree hollow, he saw swarms of butterflies fluttering at the other end, as if celebrating a grand ceremony. The fox cautiously stepped inside, and at that moment, the scenery began to blur. The stars seemed to awaken with magic, turning into a brilliant galaxy that filled the night sky.

Chasing the stars outside, a butterfly landed on the fox’s moist nose, causing it to sneeze with a loud “Achoo! His fluffy tail playfully brushed through the swarm of butterflies. The scene felt like a winter flower festival—peaceful yet alive with energy. The stars shone as brightly as daylight, revealing the stunning beauty of the mysterious valley.