In a galaxy far, far away—where the sky was a swirl of cotton-candy pink and the stars twinkled like tiny disco balls—lived a little boy named Levi. His spaceship, the Bubble Comet, was small but cozy, with walls as squishy as a marshmallow and a floor that giggled when you jumped on it. *Boing! Boing!*

Levi loved his toys more than anything in the universe. His favorite was Zippy, a robot with one wonky eye that wobbled like a jelly on a spoon. Zippy could dance, sing off-key (*La-la-BEEP!*), and even make toast—though it always came out burnt, smelling like a campfire that had forgotten to stop burning. *Sniff-sniff.*

One day, a tiny *tap-tap-tapping* echoed through the ship. Levi peeked out the porthole and saw a little alien with six arms, all tangled in a ball of yarn. *Plop!* The alien tumbled into the ship, leaving behind a trail of glittery slime that felt like cold spaghetti under Levi’s fingers. *Squelch.*

"I’m Glim!", the alien said, untangling one arm to wave. "My spaceship broke, and I need a screwdriver to fix it!" Glim’s voice sounded like a kazoo playing underwater. *Wah-wah-wah.*

Levi’s hands tightened around Zippy. "But… but my screwdriver is *special*!" he said, his toes curling inside his socks. He remembered the time he’d lent his crayons to a moon-dwelling octopus, and they’d come back chewed into tiny, sad stubs. *Sniffle.*

Glim’s antennae drooped like wilted spaghetti. "Oh," they said, their voice wobbling. Then, with a sudden *POP!*, Glim’s belly rumbled—loud enough to shake the ship. *GRRRROOOOWWWL!* "I’m *so* hungry," Glim admitted, rubbing their tummy. "I haven’t eaten since yesterday’s asteroid snack."

Levi’s heart did a little flip. He remembered how it felt to be hungry—like your tummy was a balloon about to float away. Without thinking, he grabbed his lunchbox. Inside was a sandwich shaped like a rocket, still warm, with crusts as crunchy as stepping on space gravel. *Crunch-crunch.* It smelled like peanut butter and adventure. "Here," Levi said, pushing it toward Glim. "You can have this."

Glim’s eyes widened like saucers. "Really?" They took a bite—*CHOMP!*—and their whole face lit up like a supernova. "Mmm! It’s *delicious*!" Crumbs flew everywhere, sticking to the walls like tiny, edible stars. *Pfft.*

Levi giggled. Then, before he could change his mind, he grabbed his screwdriver—his *special* screwdriver—and handed it to Glim. "Here. But… be careful, okay?" His voice was as small as a mouse’s whisper.

Glim’s six arms worked like lightning. *Zzzzt! Whirr! Click!* In no time, their spaceship was fixed, humming like a happy bumblebee. *Bzzz-bzzz.* "Thank you, Levi!" Glim said, handing back the screwdriver. It was still warm from Glim’s grip, and it smelled like ozone and bubblegum. *Pop-pop.*

As Glim’s ship zoomed away (*VROOOOM!*), Levi hugged Zippy tight. His chest felt light, like he’d swallowed a handful of stars. That night, as he drifted off to sleep, the Bubble Comet hummed a lullaby, and the stars outside winked at him like old friends. *Twinkle-twinkle.*

The next morning, a *THUD* shook the ship. Levi opened the door to find a basket on his doorstep. Inside was a tiny, glowing plant—its leaves soft as kitten fur—and a note: "For the kindest boy in the galaxy. Love, Glim." *Sniff.* The plant smelled like rain on a summer day, and when Levi touched it, it tickled his palm. *Giggle.*

From that day on, Levi still loved his toys—especially Zippy—but he discovered something even better: sharing made his heart feel like it was doing a happy dance. *Boogie-woogie!* And whenever he heard a *tap-tap-tap* at his door, he knew it was time for another adventure… and maybe another sandwich to share.