One little star wasn’t ready for bed. It twinkled and danced while all the others settled into the night. “I don’t feel sleepy,” it said.

The moon smiled patiently. “Then count the dreams below.” The star looked down. One rabbit dreaming of carrots. One mouse dreaming of blackberry pie. One hedgehog dreaming of autumn leaves.

The more dreams it counted, the sleepier it became. Soon the little star yawned. Nestled beside the moon.

And drifted quietly to sleep.