Pip clutched the stone, his tiny chest rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm. The shadows didn't look like monsters anymore; they looked like soft velvet curtains. "Good night, Barnaby," Pip chirped sleepily.
"That's the trees shaking out their leaves before they rest," Barnaby explained. good_night
"Good night, Pip," Barnaby replied, watching as the little sparrow finally tucked his head under his wing. Barnaby turned down his lantern and set off into the starlight, satisfied that the forest was finally, peacefully, asleep. Classic Bedtime Stories for Inspiration Pip clutched the stone, his tiny chest rising