A gentle moon floats through the forest, tucking every little animal into sleep before she rests too.
When the sky turns dark, the moon opens her eyes.
She has one job before she can rest: she must tuck in every little animal in the forest.
She floats down to the burrow, where a baby rabbit nibbles one last clover.
The moon brushes a beam of light across his ears.
There you are.
Time to sleep.
The rabbit yawns and snuggles into the warm earth.
Next she finds the little fox, still turning slow circles, looking for the perfect spot.
The moon lays a ribbon of light over his back.
There you are.
Time to sleep.
The fox curls into a ball, nose tucked under his tail.
High in a tree, a baby bird hops from branch to branch, not quite ready.
The moon wraps her softest glow around the nest.
There you are.
Time to sleep.
The bird settles into the feathers and closes her eyes.
One by one, the whole forest breathes slow and deep.
Goodnight, little rabbit.
Goodnight, little fox.
Goodnight, little bird.
And now the moon can rest too.
Goodnight, little one.
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