The sun was setting over the sleepy seaside town. The waves whispered secrets to the shore, and seagulls called softly to each other. At the top of a tall cliff stood an old lighthouse, with white walls and a bright red roof. Inside the lighthouse, there lived a kind but forgetful Lighthouse Keeper named Mr. Finch.

Mr. Finch had a busy day every day. He climbed the tall stairs, polished the glass, and made sure the light was shining bright to guide the ships safely home. But tonight, something was different. As the sun dipped below the ocean, Mr. Finch frowned. The light wasn't turning on.

“Oh no,” Mr. Finch said, scratching his head. “Where did I put the light?”

A small seagull named Pip fluttered in through the window and perched on Mr. Finch's shoulder. Pip was always around, pecking at crumbs and watching the waves.

“Squawk! Light's gone, light's gone!” Pip chirped.

Mr. Finch sighed. “I know, Pip. I must have misplaced it somewhere.”

Pip flapped his wings. “Ships need light! Find it, find it!”

Mr. Finch looked worried. “I don’t know where to start looking.”

Just down the hill from the lighthouse lived Lucy, a curious little girl with bright eyes and a heart full of adventure. She loved collecting seashells and watching the boats go by. That evening, Lucy was on her way home when she noticed something strange. The lighthouse was dark.

“Hmm, that’s odd,” Lucy said. She knew the lighthouse always shined at night.

Lucy walked up the hill to see Mr. Finch, who was pacing back and forth, looking under chairs and behind doors.

“Hello, Mr. Finch,” Lucy called. “Why is the lighthouse light off?”

Mr. Finch looked up and sighed. “Hello, Lucy. I lost the light! Without it, the ships won’t see the rocks.”

Lucy’s eyes widened. “Lost the light? How?”

Mr. Finch shrugged. “I was cleaning it this afternoon, and then—poof—it’s gone!”

Pip squawked loudly. “Poof! Gone, gone!”

Lucy thought for a moment. “Maybe we can find it together. Where did you see it last?”

Mr. Finch scratched his head. “I had it right here in my hands, then I put it down… somewhere.”

Lucy nodded. “Alright. Let’s look around.”

Lucy, Mr. Finch, and Pip searched high and low. They looked under the table, behind the books, and even inside the old clock, but the light was nowhere to be found. The sky grew darker, and stars began to twinkle.

“This is not good,” Mr. Finch mumbled. “The ships will be in danger without the light.”

Lucy didn’t give up. She sat down and thought hard. “What if… it’s not inside the lighthouse at all?”

Mr. Finch blinked. “What do you mean?”

Lucy pointed outside. “What if the wind blew it out? Let’s check outside!”

They stepped out into the cool night air, with Pip fluttering behind. The wind was gentle, and the sea was calm, but the cliff was shadowy and quiet. Lucy scanned the ground carefully. Then, in the distance, she saw a soft glow.

“Look!” Lucy gasped, pointing towards a bush near the edge of the cliff.

Mr. Finch and Pip rushed over. There, tangled in the branches, was the missing light—glowing faintly like a captured firefly.

“How did it get here?” Mr. Finch wondered, carefully picking it up.

Pip hopped and flapped. “Wind took it! Wind took it!”

Lucy smiled. “It must have been the wind. But now we have it back!”

Mr. Finch gently placed the light back inside the lighthouse, and it began to shine brighter and brighter. The dark sea lit up with a warm glow, and the ships could see their way home once again.

Mr. Finch beamed. “You did it, Lucy. You saved the night!”

Lucy blushed. “We all did it together.”

Pip squawked happily. “Together, together!”

As the lighthouse shined on, Lucy waved goodbye to Mr. Finch and Pip. She felt proud and a little tired. The waves whispered softly, and the stars blinked above.

“Goodnight, Mr. Finch,” Lucy called as she headed home.

“Goodnight, Lucy,” Mr. Finch replied, tipping his hat. “And thank you.”

Lucy walked back down the hill, feeling warm inside. She knew that sometimes, even the littlest people could make a big difference.

As she snuggled into bed that night, Lucy thought about the light and how it found its way back home, just like she always did.

And with that happy thought, Lucy drifted off to sleep, wrapped in the comforting glow of her own little adventures.

The End.