Little Percy the pig loved his farm home more than anything. Every morning when the sun peeked over the barn, Percy would wake up ready for adventure right in his cozy pen. He loved to wiggle his little pink snout in the soft earth, searching for interesting smells. He loved to chase butterflies and listen to the busy bees buzzing in the flowers nearby. And after a little rain, oh boy, he loved to splash happily in the small puddle that formed near his favorite corner!
Percy had lots of fun toys in his pen. There was a round red ball that bounced just right, a squeaky toy shaped like a carrot, and piles of crunchy leaves that blew in from the big oak tree. He would roll his ball, toss the carrot in the air, and leap into the leaf piles, giggling all the while. By the time the sun started its slow journey down, ready to tuck itself in for the night, Percy's pen was a happy jumble. The ball was by the fence, the carrot was under a pile of straw, and leaves were everywhere!
Just as the stars began to twinkle like tiny diamonds, Percy's friends, Daisy the duck and Robbie the rabbit, hopped by to say goodnight through the fence. "My, Percy," quacked Daisy gently, looking around with her head tilted, "you've certainly had a wonderful day! Your pen looks like a very fun place to play, but maybe a little... jumbled for sleepy time?" Robbie twitched his nose and nodded, "Yes, Percy. In my burrow, I always make sure my cozy corner is tidy before I go to sleep. It helps me feel calm and ready for dreams."
Percy looked around his pen. He hadn't really thought about it. He was just having so much fun that things ended up wherever they landed. But hearing his kind friends, he paused. He imagined what it might feel like to have his toys and things in their places. It might be nice. He decided to try! First, he found his round red ball near the fence and rolled it carefully to his toy corner. Then he dug under the straw and found his squeaky carrot, placing it beside the ball. He used his snout to push the stray leaves into a neat pile. It wasn't a big clean-up, just a few things here and there.
In just a few moments, Percy's pen looked much different. It still had his personality, but it felt orderly and peaceful. He looked at his tidy toys and the neat straw. A warm, happy feeling spread inside him. He snuggled into his clean straw bed, pulling a soft piece over himself like a blanket. "You were right, friends," he oinked softly to the night air. "My pen feels so much cozier and ready for sleep now. Thank you for the idea!" With his space tidy, his friends thought of, and his heart full of quiet happiness, Percy closed his eyes, ready for sweet dreams of tidy adventures and another fun day of play tomorrow.