Once upon a time, there was a family of three. Po Sae Dao, his wonderful wife, and their lively 8-year-old son. Po Sae Dao was a dreamer with a head in the clouds. 'Dream big!' he'd always shout.

One sunny morning, Po Sae Dao and his son set off on a journey. They climbed up the Big Blue Mountain. The sky was as blue as the ocean, and the birds sang a cheerful tune. 'Chirp, chirp, chirp!'

Along the way, they met a talking tree with leaves like emeralds. 'Welcome, travelers!' the tree said with a wave of its leafy branches. The tree was as wise as it was tall.

They sat under the talking tree for a rest. Po Sae Dao's eyes sparkled with excitement. 'Imagine if we grew fruits and veggies all over this mountain,' he said. 'We'd be rich!'

Po Sae Dao continued with his grand plan. 'We'll buy a big, strong buffalo. It will go 'Moo, moo!' as it helps us. And guess what? It will have babies every year!'

The son, with wide eyes, said, 'And then we'll have a whole herd of buffaloes!' Po Sae Dao chuckled. 'Yes, my boy, we'll be the kings of the mountain!'

The talking tree swayed its branches and chimed in, 'Dreams are like seeds. Plant them, and with care, they'll grow tall and strong.'

Po Sae Dao nodded. 'Wise words, tree! Let's plant our dreams right here and watch them grow.' They both picked up small stones and pretended to plant seeds.

With laughter and hope in the air, they continued their journey. The mountain echoed with their dreams and giggles, 'Ha-ha-ha!'

The sun began to set, painting the sky with orange and pink hues. 'Look!' the son pointed. 'The sky is dreaming too!' Po Sae Dao smiled, 'Dreams are everywhere, son.'

They reached the top of the mountain. 'This will be our dream garden,' said Po Sae Dao. They stood together, hand in hand, ready to make their dreams come true.

And so, with hearts full of hope and pockets full of dreams, Po Sae Dao and his son returned home. 'Tomorrow is the first day of our dream,' said Po Sae Dao as they walked back.