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!
