Little Peep, a fluffy yellow chick, loved playing in the sun. He chased butterflies in the meadow and splashed in puddles after the rain. But as the sun began to set, a warm, cozy feeling spread over the farm.
Mama Hen clucked softly, "Peep, time to get ready for bed!" Peep chirped, "Just five more minutes!" He wanted to catch one last firefly blinking in the tall grass.
Mama Hen smiled, "Alright, little one. But then it's straight to bed." Peep zipped through the grass, giggling as he chased the firefly. He almost caught it, but it flew up into the sky, twinkling like a tiny star.
Peep remembered Mama Hen's words and hurried back to the coop. He saw his friend, Quack the duckling, sitting alone looking sad. "What's wrong, Quack?" Peep asked.
Quack sighed, "I can't find my favorite bedtime storybook." Peep knew how much Quack loved his bedtime stories. "Don't worry, we'll find it!" Peep cheeped. Together, they searched under hay bales and behind flower pots.
Finally, they found the book nestled under a pile of colorful leaves. Quack quacked happily, "Thank you, Peep! You're the best friend!" Peep felt a warm glow inside. Helping Quack made him feel good.
Back in the coop, Mama Hen had fluffed Peep's bed with soft straw. Peep gave Quack a goodnight hug and snuggled into his bed. Mama Hen tucked him in and kissed him goodnight.
As the farm grew quiet under the starry sky, Peep closed his eyes, feeling happy and safe. He knew that following his bedtime routine felt good and that helping his friend Quack was the kindest thing he could do. Sweet dreams filled his sleep, and he dreamt of chasing fireflies with Quack in a field of sunshine.