On a gentle green hill, lived two best friends named Finley and Willow. Finley had fluffy white fur, and Willow had soft brown fur. All day long, they loved to play together. They would chase butterflies, leap over small stones, and nibble on the most delicious green grass they could find. The sun shone brightly, making their hill the perfect place to be a happy little goat.
As the long day of playing and munching started to fade, the sun began to sink lower in the sky. The bright blue turned into a soft swirl of pink, orange, and purple. Finley let out a big, sleepy yawn that showed his little goat teeth. "Oh dear," he bleated softly, rubbing one sleepy eye with his hoof. "I think playtime is over, Willow." Willow nodded her head. Her ears felt heavy, and her legs felt tired from all the leaping. "Yes, Finley," she whispered. "It's definitely time for a cozy rest."
Finding the very best place to sleep was an important job for two little goats. They started walking slowly across the hill. Finley pointed towards a spot near the chatty stream. "Maybe we should sleep there? The water sounds so friendly!" They tip-toed closer, but the stream wasn't just friendly; it was quite loud! Gurgle, splash, bubble went the water. "Oh my, that's a bit too noisy for sleepy ears," said Willow, covering her ears gently. Finley agreed. It wasn't peaceful enough for sweet dreams.
Next, Willow spotted a place under a wide, leafy bush. "How about here?" she suggested. They carefully stepped under the branches. But the ground underneath wasn't smooth; it was covered in bumpy roots and little stones. One leaf even tickled Finley's nose, making him sneeze! "Achoo! This spot feels a bit too lumpy and tickly," Finley said, shaking his head. They needed somewhere much softer for tired little bodies.
They kept looking, walking side-by-side. They helped each other look, one pointing one way, the other looking another. "What about over there?" Willow bleated softly, pointing a hoof towards a quiet corner of the hill. It was near a smooth, grey rock that still held the warmth of the sun. The grass there looked especially green and soft, almost like a fluffy green blanket.
Finley trotted over to the spot and gentle lay down. "Oh, Willow! This grass is just perfect!" he sighed contentedly. Willow lay down beside him, feeling the soft blades tickle her nose in a nice way. The warm rock behind them made the spot feel extra cozy and protected. It wasn't too noisy, not too lumpy, and not too tickly. It was *just* right.
They snuggled close together, their fluffy fur touching. Finley rested his chin on the soft grass, and Willow tucked her front hooves neatly under her chest. They closed their eyes tight. The sounds of the hill grew quiet, with only the gentle whoosh of the breeze and the sleepy hum of the world settling down for the night.
Feeling perfectly safe and wonderfully warm, Finley and Willow drifted off to sleep on their cozy patch of grass. They dreamed sweet, peaceful dreams of sunshine and green hills, ready for another happy day when the sun woke them up.