Pip the little mouse felt a sleepy yawn stretch through him. It was time for bed, sleepy time.
He peeked out his tiny window. The big, soft moon smiled down. A small, sparkly star began to twinkle, twinkle, oh so gently.
Pip snuggled deep into his warm bed. His little head rested on his soft pillow. Twinkle, twinkle, went the star, singing a quiet lullaby just for Pip.
His eyes felt so heavy, so sleepy. So very sleepy. He closed them softly. Nighty night, little Pip. Sleepy dreams are coming now. Sleepy dreams.