Little Owl sat in his tree and blinked.
He wanted to stay awake. He really did.
But the wind was singing softly through the leaves. And the moon was glowing warm and round. And his tree was so cozy and still.
Little Owl blinked once.
He blinked twice.
His eyes grew very, very heavy.
"Just for a moment," he said, and tucked his head under his wing.
And all through the forest, everything was quiet and peaceful and still.
Just like your room is now.
Goodnight, little one.