Pip the little bunny hops through the quiet garden. Tall grass brushes his ears. The flowers are fast asleep under a silver moon.
Pip stops. His ears turn toward a soft green clover patch. Something tiny blinks — once, twice — like a secret.
Pip creeps forward on quiet feet. The tiny light hops away — zipping between the clover leaves. His nose wiggles with curiosity.
Pip hums a gentle sound — low and soft. The glow pauses, then pulses. Once. Twice.
The glow floats down and lands on Pip's outstretched paw. It fits there like a perfect little star.
The star climbs up and sits on his lap. It circles twice, then twice more, as if saying hello.
Pip smiles. "Goodnight," he whispers. The star's light softens to a warm gold — like a blanket pulled up to his chin.
Pip lies back in the soft grass. The star drifts down and curls beside him into a tiny silver moon.
The garden is quiet. Even the sleeping flowers seem to breathe slower. Pip's long ears rest against the grass.
Pip thinks: it fits just right. His thoughts grow slow and sweet, like honey dripping from a spoon.
Pip's eyelids droop. The real moon watches from above. The tiny moon watches back.
Pip sleeps. The garden sleeps. The little moon glows on — a nightlight for the whole world.
