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Bedtime Stories for Animal Lovers — Sweet Dreams with Tails and Whiskers

Snuggle up with heartwarming bedtime stories starring the animals we love. Whether you’re reading to a child or simply dreaming of forest friends and cuddly pets, our collection brings gentle adventures, soft lessons, and plenty of fur-filled magic to your night.

From brave hedgehogs and wise owls to forgiving dogs and playful beagles—each story is crafted to:

🐾 Soothe busy minds before sleep
🐾 Inspire kindness toward animals
🐾 Spark wonder in kids and grown-ups alike
🐾 Celebrate the quiet wisdom of creatures big and small

Perfect for bedtime reading, cozy bonding moments, or just a peaceful escape into nature’s most lovable characters.

✨ Turn down the lights. Curl up close. Let the animals guide your dreams.

  • The Puppy Who Dreamed of Flying Socks – A Cozy Bedtime Story About Comfort, Curiosity, and Gentle Sleep

    The Puppy Who Dreamed of Flying Socks – A Cozy Bedtime Story About Comfort, Curiosity, and Gentle Sleep

    In a little cottage with a red door and creaky floorboards, lived a playful puppy named Poppy.

    Every night, her humans tucked her in with her favorite blanket, a squeaky toy, and a warm bowl of milk.

    But tonight? Poppy couldn’t settle down.

    She rolled. She wriggled. She wagged. “I’m just too wiggly to sleep!” she barked. She peeked out the window and looked up at the starry sky. “I wish I could fly,” she sighed, “but only if I had socks. Soft, cozy, flying socks.”

    A Sky Full of Socks

    As soon as her eyes fluttered shut, the world around her began to change.

    She was no longer in her little bed. Poppy was soaring through the sky, wearing the fluffiest, fuzziest socks she’d ever seen! One red with polka dots. One blue with stars. One striped. One sparkly. (Yes, she had four socks, of course.)

    All around her, the sky was full of flying socks, twirling, zooming, dancing through the clouds like playful butterflies.

    Some were big as blankets. Some were tiny as mouse paws. Some had wings. Some had tails! Poppy barked with joy. “It’s a sky full of footwarmers!

    The Lost Sock Mystery

    As she looped and glided through the fluffiest clouds, Poppy spotted a lonely sock floating in circles. It was grey and saggy, looking very confused.

    “Hello?” she barked, flying closer. “Are you lost?”

    The sock sniffled. “I lost my match, and now I can’t fly straight.”

    “Don’t worry,” said Poppy kindly. “You can fly with me!”

    She tucked the lonely sock under her ear like a pilot’s hat, and off they went, whirling, twirling, laughing all the way. Other socks joined them, forming a parade of cozy comfort across the sky.

    Socks That Snuggle Your Dreams

    Soon, Poppy began to yawn. The sky turned lavender. The stars blinked sleepily. One by one, the socks floated down, landing gently in drawers, under pillows, and inside dreams.

    Poppy drifted down too, back into her bed. The moonlight wrapped around her like a second blanket. Her red sock, blue sock, striped sock, sparkly sock were now tucked under her paws.

    Because sometimes, even puppies with wiggly feet… Just need a sky full of flying socks to fall asleep.

    The End !

  • The Dreaming Dolphin – A Gentle Bedtime Story About Ocean Dreams, Magic Friends, and Nighttime Wonder

    The Dreaming Dolphin – A Gentle Bedtime Story About Ocean Dreams, Magic Friends, and Nighttime Wonder

    Once upon a time, in a quiet, shimmering bay where the sun danced on the sea, lived a playful young dolphin named Nalu.

    Nalu loved to leap through the waves, chase fish in spirals, and explore the colorful coral gardens deep below. But more than anything, Nalu loved to dream. Each night, after a day of joyful splashing, Nalu would curl into a cozy cave made of sea moss and close his eyes. The ocean rocked him like a lullaby… and that’s when the magic always began.

    A Kingdom Hidden Beneath the Sea

    In this night’s dream, Nalu swam down, down, down… past glowing jellyfish, whispering shells, and swaying sea grass. At the ocean’s deepest point, he discovered a hidden kingdom made of glittering coral towers and seashell streets. The gates opened wide just for him.

    A crown made of glowing plankton floated onto his head. “Welcome, Dream Explorer Nalu,” sang the Queen of the Tides. “We’ve been waiting for you.”

    Nalu smiled widely. The kingdom sparkled with wonder, and he couldn’t wait to explore every corner.

    Ocean Friends and Dreamy Adventures

    Nalu met magical ocean creatures he had never seen before. Lyra, the lanternfish, guided him through glowing caverns.
    Kai the sea turtle told stories written in the sand.
    And a school of rainbow fish painted pictures in the water with every twist and turn.

    The best part? Riding moonbeam waves with Marina the manta ray, who swirled through the sea like a ribbon of starlight.

    “Dreams are where the sea sings its secrets,” Marina whispered. “And tonight, it’s singing for you.”

    Floating Home with a Smile

    As the dream gently faded, Nalu felt himself rising, like a bubble, back to his quiet cove. The coral towers disappeared into soft shadows, and the dream kingdom waved goodbye with a sparkle.

    Nalu snuggled into his seaweed bed, feeling warm, happy, and full of magic. Just before sleep carried him away again, he whispered, I’ll be back tomorrow night.


    A Sleepy Thought for Ocean Dreamers

    Close your eyes and imagine a kingdom beneath the waves. Let your breath flow like the tide. Let your dreams swim freely. Even little dolphins like Nalu have the biggest adventures. Goodnight, little dreamer of the deep.

    The End !

  • The Sleepy Sloth’s Dream – A Gentle Bedtime Story About Nighttime Wonders and Starry Adventures

    The Sleepy Sloth’s Dream – A Gentle Bedtime Story About Nighttime Wonders and Starry Adventures

    In the heart of a gentle rainforest, high in the treetops, lived a slow and dreamy sloth named Suri.

    Suri loved two things more than anything: snuggling into her cozy mossy hammock… and dreaming. Every night, as the sun dipped low and the fireflies began to glow, Suri would curl up with a big yawn and wait for sleep to carry her away.

    But tonight, something sparkled in the sky that made her heart flutter, a star that twinkled just for her.

    “I wonder what it’s like to swing through the stars,” she whispered. And with a slow blink… her dream began.

    Swinging Through the Stars

    In her dream, Suri wasn’t slow at all. She soared from cloud to cloud, her arms wide, her smile big. Each tree branch reached up into the night sky, turning into glittering star ropes she could swing from.

    “Wheee!” she giggled, as she twirled around the moon like a merry-go-round.

    Stars whispered secrets as she passed, tales of planets that glowed like marbles and comets that danced like fireflies.

    The sleepy sloth who once moved like a gentle breeze was now a star-swinging explorer of the skies.

    New Friends in the Night Sky

    As she floated higher, Suri met Luna, the moon rabbit, who rode silver beams of moonlight.

    “Would you like a moon muffin?” Luna asked, offering a sparkly snack.

    Then came Cosmo the Owl, with feathers like velvet shadows. “Follow me,” he hooted, “there’s a dream parade in the clouds!”

    Together, they drifted past a sky, a whale made of mist, and a sleepy bear made of stars who snored soft music into the night.

    Suri felt warm and safe among her dreamy friends, her heart full, her eyes growing heavy.

    Drifting Back to the Hammock

    As the dream faded, Suri found herself swinging gently, lower and lower, back toward her treetop home.

    She whispered goodnight to Luna, to Cosmo, to the starlit world above. The wind rocked her hammock like a lullaby.

    Suri gave one last yawn, curled her paws around her favorite leaf, and smiled.

    She might be a slow sloth in the forest…
    But in her dreams, she soared among stars.

    Tonight, as you close your eyes, imagine yourself swinging through the stars.
    Let your worries float away like clouds. Breathe gently. Dream boldly. Even the sleepiest sloths have the biggest dreams. Goodnight, little stargazer.

    The End !

  • The Firefly’s Nightlight – How a Tiny Glow Helped Kids Fall Asleep with Calm and Wonder

    The Firefly’s Nightlight – How a Tiny Glow Helped Kids Fall Asleep with Calm and Wonder

    Once upon a time, in a quiet meadow surrounded by whispering trees and soft moonlight, lived a tiny firefly named Luma. Luma wasn’t the biggest or the brightest firefly, but she had the kindest glow. And every night, while other fireflies danced just for fun, Luma had a very special job; she helped children find their way to sleep.

    Luma’s Gentle Glow

    As the sky turned deep blue and stars blinked awake, Luma stretched her tiny wings and took off into the night. She blinked her warm yellow light, blink-blink, soft and steady, like a nightlight in the sky. Somewhere nearby, a little girl was tossing and turning in bed, her room filled with shadows that made her feel unsure. Luma saw the flicker of worry on her face and floated down gently, hovering near her window. Blink-blink… went her light, like a whisper saying, “It’s okay. I’m here.

    Lighting the Way to Dreamland

    Luma flew from window to window, yard to yard, leaving soft trails of light. She twirled past teddy bears on shelves, floated over nightstands, and even hovered above a sleepy kitten curled in a basket. Each time her glow touched the room, a sense of calm spread, like a lullaby made of light. She didn’t speak. She didn’t need to. Her warm glow helped little hearts feel safe, and little eyes slowly closed.

    A Special Stop for a Sleepy Girl

    In a small house by the hill, a little girl named Theo sat wide-eyed in her bed. She had tried counting sheep, hugging his blanket, and even listening to the soft breeze, but sleep just wouldn’t come. That’s when Luma arrived. She landed softly on his nightstand and blinked three times: blink… blink… blink… Theo smiled. She reached out slowly, and though he couldn’t touch her, he could feel her glow like a warm hug. With a deep sigh, she lay back on her pillow, eyes fluttering closed as Luma hovered nearby, her light shining steady and sweet.

    Luma’s Journey Home

    Once every sleepy child was tucked in, and every restless heart had calmed, Luma turned toward home. She flew low over fields of moonflowers and past the quiet creek, her glow dimming gently with each flap of her wings. Back in the tall grass where the fireflies rested, Luma curled beneath a leaf and blinked once, sleepily. blink… She had done her job. And far above her, the stars twinkled their thanks, shining softly on a world now peacefully asleep. Close your eyes, little dreamer.

    The End !

  • The Pillow-Fighting Penguins – A Silly Yet Soothing Bedtime Story About Fun, Tidying Up, and Gentle Dreams

    The Pillow-Fighting Penguins – A Silly Yet Soothing Bedtime Story About Fun, Tidying Up, and Gentle Dreams

    Once upon a time, in the frosty land of Pebble Point, there lived a group of playful penguins who had a very special bedtime tradition. They didn’t just brush their beaks or snuggle into snow nests.
    No, every night before bedtime… they had a pillow fight!

    The Fluffy Feathers Fly

    As the sun dipped below the icy hills and the sky turned a soft shade of lavender, the penguins began to gather. “Ready?” whispered Poppy Penguin, her eyes sparkling.

    “Ready!” giggled her little brother, Pip, holding his soft snow-feather pillow.

    Whump! Whoosh! Poof!

    The snowy clearing was filled with laughter and flying fluff. Pillows flopped, penguins tumbled, and feathers floated through the chilly air like snowflakes. But even though the pillow fights were wild and silly, the penguins always played gently, because bedtime was never for bumps or bruises.

    A Pillow Pause and Penguin Pile

    After a while, the pillow flops slowed down.
    Pip plopped onto his belly. Poppy rolled onto her back. The others waddled over and flopped into a big, giggly pile. “Best… pillow… fight… ever,” puffed Poppy.

    Around them, soft feathers covered the snow like a blanket. The moon peeked over the horizon, and everything started to feel quieter… and cozier.

    Tidy-Up Time and Goodnight Giggles

    Even penguins know that fun comes with responsibility. So after every pillow fight, the penguins cleaned up the feathers together. They brushed the fluff back into the pillowcases, straightened their little beds of snow, and shared a warm cup of sleepy, seaweed tea (which only penguins know how to make!). Then came the goodnight giggles. They told silly stories and made sleepy jokes until their eyes began to droop.

    Snuggled in the Snow

    One by one, the penguins climbed into their snow nests, pulling their now fluffy pillows under their beaks. Poppy yawned. Pip blinked slowly.

    “Same time tomorrow?” he mumbled. “Always,” Poppy whispered, giving him a soft bop with her pillow.

    And as the stars twinkled high above Pebble Point, the penguins drifted off to sleep, smiling, snuggled, and dreaming of feathers in the sky. Goodnight, little one. May your dreams be soft and silly too.

    The End!

  • The Bedtime Bunny Brigade – A Gentle Tale About Dream Magic, Love, and Cozy Sleep

    The Bedtime Bunny Brigade – A Gentle Tale About Dream Magic, Love, and Cozy Sleep

    Once upon a time, when the stars blinked open and the moon rose high in the sky, a special team of bunnies woke up to begin their most important job.

    They were the Bedtime Bunny Brigade, fluffy, quiet, and kind-hearted. Their mission? To visit children all over the world and make sure each one was cozy, calm, and ready for sweet dreams.

    The Bunny Bell Rings

    Deep in a hidden meadow, beneath a twisty willow tree, a little silver bell chimed softly. Ding-ding! That was the signal. The bunnies opened their sleepy eyes and stretched their velvety ears.

    “Time to go,” whispered Bella Bunny, the smallest and swiftest of the bunch. With soft satchels filled with bedtime magic, like dream dust, fuzzy socks, and sleepy songs, the brigade bounded off through the moonlight, their tails bouncing like snowballs.

    Tippy Toe Visits and Tuck-Ins

    The bunnies visited homes near and far, tiptoeing across rooftops, slipping through windows, and hopping gently across nursery rugs. At each stop, they did their work with love:

    • Tucked tiny toes under warm blankets
    • Fluffed pillows just right
    • Whispered gentle lullabies only sleepy ears could hear

    Sometimes, they’d leave behind a soft kiss on the forehead or a dream feather under the pillow, just enough to send sweet dreams floating in.

    A Special Stop for a Sleepless Child

    One night, the brigade reached a little house with a glowing window. Inside, a child was still wide awake, hugging a stuffed bear and blinking at the stars. “Oh dear,” said Benny Bunny, the fluffiest of the group. “This one needs extra care.”

    So they gathered close. Bella sang the softest lullaby, Bop spread a sprinkle of dream dust, and Benny placed a tiny star-shaped charm beside the pillow. Slowly, the child’s eyes began to close, and the room filled with peaceful breathing and the softest snore.

    Back to the Meadow, Job Well Done

    As the sky turned a soft gray and the first morning birds began to sing, the Bedtime Bunny Brigade bounced back to their secret meadow.

    Their little bell rang once more, Ding-ding! and they snuggled into their own grassy beds, tired and happy. “Another night, another bunch of cozy dreams,” Bella murmured with a yawn. And as the sun rose, every child still slept soundly, wrapped in warmth, love, and a little bit of bunny magic.

    The End !

  • The Dreamy Duckling – A Sweet Story About Wishes, Wings, and Gentle Growth

    The Dreamy Duckling – A Sweet Story About Wishes, Wings, and Gentle Growth

    In a quiet corner of Willow Pond, under the golden light of the setting sun, lived a little duckling named Pip. Pip was the smallest in his family, with soft yellow feathers, wobbly legs, and big, curious eyes that sparkled like stars. But what made Pip special wasn’t his size or his fluff; it was his big, beautiful dreams.

    More than anything, Pip wanted to fly. He’d watch the older ducks flap their wings and glide across the sky, their feathers catching the breeze like sails.
    “Oh, how I wish I could fly like that,” Pip whispered one evening, gazing up at the glowing clouds.

    A Wish on the Wind

    That night, as the moon rose and the pond shimmered silver, Pip made a wish. “I want to fly higher than the tallest trees. Higher than the clouds. I want to see the world from the sky.”

    He nestled into his nest beside Mama Duck and closed his eyes. And that’s when the dream began.

    Pip’s Sky High Dream

    In his dream, Pip’s tiny wings were strong and wide. He flapped once, whoosh! He flapped twice, whoosh..WHOOSH!
    And suddenly, he was flying!

    Up, up, up he soared, above the willow trees, over the rippling pond, past the hill where the rabbits played. The clouds danced around him, soft and fluffy like cotton candy. Birds chirped and called, “Welcome, little flyer!”

    Pip giggled and spun in the air. He zipped through rainbows, glided past butterflies, and waved at the sun as it dipped into sleep. “I’m flying!” he cheered. “I’m really flying!”

    Morning Comes Softly

    When the first rays of sunlight touched Willow Pond, Pip blinked open his eyes. He was back in the nest, curled up safe and warm beside Mama. The sky was still there, so big, so blue, and the dream still fluttered in his heart.

    Mama Duck smiled as she stretched her wings. “Good morning, my little dreamer.” Pip nuzzled close and whispered, “Someday, Mama… I’ll really fly.” Mama kissed the top of his head. “Yes, Pip. Someday you will. But for now… dreams are a lovely way to begin.”

    The End !

  • The Snoring Squirrel – A Funny and Calming Bedtime Story About Sleep, Friendship, and Forest Life

    The Snoring Squirrel – A Funny and Calming Bedtime Story About Sleep, Friendship, and Forest Life

    Once upon a time, in the heart of a whispering forest, lived a cheerful little squirrel named Nibbles.

    Nibbles was just like any other squirrel; he collected nuts, leapt from branch to branch, and loved curling up in his cozy tree hollow when the sun went down. But there was one tiny problem. Nibbles snored.
    And not just a soft snore, oh no. His snores were forest-shaking, leaf-rattling, bird-waking snores.

    “HOOOOONK-shoooo…

    Every night, the forest echoed with the sound of Nibbles’ noisy nap time.

    Owl’s Sleepless Night

    High above in the tallest tree, Ollie the Owl fluffed his feathers and tried to close his eyes. But just as he started to drift off…
    HOOOOONK-shoooo…” Ollie’s eyes snapped open. “Goodness! Was that thunder?” He peeked down from his branch and sighed. “Nope. Just Nibbles again.”

    He wrapped his wings around his head, but the snoring only grew louder.
    “I might have to start sleeping during the day,” he muttered.

    Frogs Lose Their Rhythm

    By the pond, the frogs were practicing their nighttime croaks. “Ribbit… ribbit… ribbit…” Suddenly,
    “Shooooooooo!”

    The rhythm was ruined. Tad the Toad fell off his lily pad in surprise. “Was that an earthquake?” he asked. “No,” grumbled Freya the Frog. “It’s the Snoring Squirrel again!” The frogs hopped off to quieter corners of the pond, shaking their heads and chuckling softly.

    A Gentle Idea from Bear

    In a big, mossy cave at the edge of the woods, a sleepy bear named Bobo heard the snoring too. But Bobo just smiled. “Poor little guy,” he rumbled. “He must sleep really well to snore like that.”

    The next morning, Bobo had an idea. He lumbered over to Nibbles’ tree and left a gift at the base: a soft scarf made of moss and wildflower fluff. A note read:“To my snoring friend, this will keep your nose warm and your snores quiet.”

    The Quiet Night Returns

    That evening, Nibbles curled up with his new mossy scarf. It tickled a little, but it felt warm and cozy. He yawned… curled his tail over his eyes… and drifted into sleep.

    This time, the forest waited. They waited for the honks, the grumbles, the roars… But all they heard was…
    “Zzz…”

    Soft, peaceful snoring. Like the hum of bees in a meadow. Ollie slept soundly. The frogs croaked in rhythm. Even the fireflies blinked a little slower in the calm. And in his hollow, Nibbles smiled in his sleep, dreaming of giant acorns and quiet nights.

    Goodnight, little dreamer.


    The End !

  • The Cozy Koala’s Nap – A Gentle Bedtime Story About Finding Rest in the Right Place

    The Cozy Koala’s Nap – A Gentle Bedtime Story About Finding Rest in the Right Place

    Once upon a time, high in the eucalyptus trees of a quiet Australian forest, lived a fuzzy little koala named Kora. Kora loved two things more than anything: munching eucalyptus leaves and taking long, dreamy naps. But today, something felt off.

    Her usual branch was too poky. Her favourite nook was too sunny. And no matter how many times she yawned, she just couldn’t seem to get comfortable. “I need a new nap spot,” Kora mumbled, rubbing her sleepy eyes.
    “One that’s soft… quiet… and just right.” So off she climbed, through the treetops, in search of the perfect cozy place to nap.

    The Leafy Lounge (Too Noisy!)

    Kora first found a shady tree with big, floppy leaves that swayed in the breeze. She curled into a ball and let the leafy branches wrap around her like a blanket. “Mmm, this could be it,” she whispered. But just as she started to drift off…
    Flap! Squawk! A group of parrots burst into the tree, laughing and flapping their wings. Kora peeked out with a pout. “Too noisy,” she sighed, and slowly climbed away in search of somewhere quieter.

    The Hollow Log (Too Drippy!)

    Next, Kora waddled down to a big, old log nestled between tree roots. It was cool and quiet inside, and smelled like soft moss. She snuggled into the log with a sigh.
    “Maybe this is the spot,” she yawned. But then…
    Drip… drop… drip…
    Rainwater from earlier that day began dripping through a tiny crack in the log and onto Kora’s fur. “Too drippy,” she mumbled. “And a little squishy.” She shook off the droplets and padded back into the trees.

    The Flower Patch (Too Tickly!)

    Soon, Kora found a colorful patch of wildflowers swaying gently in the breeze. She nestled into the blossoms, giggling at how soft they were.
    “Maybe flowers make the best beds,” she whispered, already half-asleep.

    But just as her eyes closed… Buzz… buzzzzzz!
    A curious bumblebee landed right on her nose!

    “Too tickly!” Kora squeaked, scrunching her face and rolling away.

    The Perfect Nap Spot at Last

    Tired and still without a cozy spot, Kora slowly climbed back up her favorite eucalyptus tree. She curled onto a small, smooth branch, the one just under a sleepy canopy of leaves. The wind was gentle. The light was soft.
    Everything was quiet. Kora blinked once… twice…
    “This was the perfect nap spot all along,” she whispered, her voice trailing into a dream.

    And with that, her eyes fluttered shut, and Kora drifted into a nap full of cloud-shaped leaves and sweet koala dreams. Goodnight, little dreamer.


    The End !

  • The Nighttime Nanny Goat – A Gentle Bedtime Story About Love, Stories, and Sleepy Stars

    The Nighttime Nanny Goat – A Gentle Bedtime Story About Love, Stories, and Sleepy Stars

    Once upon a time, on a peaceful farm nestled between whispering trees and rolling hills, lived a gentle nanny goat named Nia.

    Nia had three curious little kids, Gus, Gigi, and Grem. All day they ran, jumped, and bleated with joy. But when the moon climbed into the sky and the stars blinked awake, the kids would snuggle close to their mother.

    That’s when Nia became more than just Mama Goat.
    At night, she was their Nighttime Nanny Goat, the best storyteller in the meadow.

    The Blanket of Stars

    “Tell us a story, Mama!” the kids cried, wrapping themselves in soft hay. Nia smiled and began, “Long ago, the stars were scattered like seeds in the sky by a magical sheepdog who loved the dark…”

    The kids listened, eyes wide and hearts calm, as Nia spun tales of sleepy owls, glowing moons, and clouds that carried dreams. As she spoke, the stars above twinkled a little brighter, as if they too wanted to hear her gentle voice.

    The Sleepy Squirrel and the Silver Acorn

    On another night, Nia told the tale of a sleepy squirrel named Saffron, who searched for a magical silver acorn that would help him sleep through the noisiest forest winds. The little goat kids giggled and yawned as Nia mimicked the squirrel’s tiptoes and snores.

    “And when Saffron found it,” she whispered, “he curled up inside a cozy tree, and dreamed of peanut butter clouds and walnut-shaped moons…”

    Gus gave a big yawn. Gigi snuggled deeper. Grem blinked sleepily.

    When the Wind Sings Softly

    Some nights, the wind would whistle gently through the barn.

    Those were Nia’s favorite times to tell her softest stories, like “The Lullaby Leaves,” where breezes sang songs to baby bunnies, and “The Moon Who Lost Her Glow,” a tale of how kindness can light the sky.

    Her voice grew slow, like the rustle of leaves, and even the farm cat crept closer to listen. The kids didn’t say a word. They just listened… and breathed.

    A Mother’s Story is the Best Goodnight

    One evening, when the stars blinked more slowly and the barn grew extra quiet, Nia simply hummed.

    “No story tonight?” Gigi whispered. Nia nuzzled her gently. “Sometimes, the best bedtime story is knowing someone loves you enough to hold you close.”

    She wrapped her kids in her soft, woolly warmth.
    No fancy tales. No bouncing squirrels.
    Just warmth, and love, and the quiet promise of rest.

    One by one, the little goat kids drifted into dreams, where stars danced, squirrels snored, and Mama’s stories echoed gently in their sleep. Goodnight, little one.
    Sweet dreams, wherever you are.

    The End !