Tell me a very short fantasy story.

In a small corner of a magical forest, there was a pebble. This pebble was no ordinary pebble. It had a dream of flying. One night, a friendly wizard passed by and granted the pebble's wish. The pebble turned into a glittering butterfly and flew away into the starry sky.

A guy goes to the doctor. 'Doctor, I keep thinking I'm a moth.' Doctor says, 'I think you need a psychiatrist, not a doctor.' Guy says, 'Yes, I know.' Doctor asks, 'So why did you come here?' Guy replies, 'Well, your light was on.'

Once upon a Christmas, a little boy found a lost reindeer in the forest. He took it home, fed it, and on Christmas Eve, it flew back to Santa, leaving a small gift for the boy.

Once upon a time, there was a little girl. She found a lost kitten on her way home. She took it to her house, fed it, and named it Whiskers. The end.

I walked into an old house. A cold wind blew. I saw a white figure. I ran.

I woke up in the middle of the night. There was a figure at the foot of my bed. Its eyes glowed red. Then it vanished. I couldn't sleep again.

Once, a cat chased a mouse. The mouse ran into a hole. The cat waited but left at last.

Jack was sailing when a storm hit. His boat capsized. But he clung to a floating log. After hours, he saw an island and swam towards it. He survived this adventure.

Once, I was alone in an old house. A strange shadow passed by the window. I froze. Then I heard a low growl. I ran out as fast as I could.

Once upon a time, in an old, dilapidated house, a young girl was left alone at night. She heard strange scratching noises from the attic. As she slowly climbed the stairs, the air grew colder. When she opened the attic door, a pair of glowing eyes stared back at her, and then she heard a blood - curdling scream. It was her own.