Slinko is a little weasel, soft as moss, quiet as moonlight. But inside his tiny chest fluttered a big dream: He wanted to fly. Not just jump… not just climb trees and pretend— Slinko wanted wings. Feathers. Sky. Each night, he’d lie in his cozy burrow, paws behind his head, eyes wide open. And in his dreams, he soared. Over hills, over rivers, over sleepy clouds where the stars took naps. But every morning, he’d wake up the same: On the ground. Still a weasel. Still wingless. Until one night… something changed. A rustle. A glow. A feather on the breeze. Was it a dream again—or the beginning of something rea? Join Slinko in a gentle, magical bedtime adventure that reminds little dreamers to reach for the sky...