The sun had tucked itself behind the hills, painting the sky in soft shades of pink and purple. Little stars began to peek out, one by one. It was the time when all the little forest friends started thinking about sleep. The rustling leaves became quieter, and the busy daytime sounds turned into gentle whispers.
Little Pip the Squirrel had finished collecting his last tiny nut of the day. His tail gave one final flick, and he scampered towards his cozy hollow high up in the big oak tree. He brushed his whiskers, snuggled into his nest of soft leaves, and felt warm and safe inside his little home. He whispered goodnight to the rustling leaves outside.
Down in the meadow, Rosie the Bunny yawned a wide, sleepy yawn. She hopped towards her burrow, where her mama was waiting. Rosie washed her face and paws carefully, wriggling her nose. Then, she put on her softest, fliffiest leaf pajamas. Snuggled beside Mama Bunny, Rosie felt her eyelids grow heavy.
Up above, in the tallest pine tree, little Ollie the Owl blinked his big round eyes. He had watched the moon climb higher and higher. Ollie stretched his wings, settling comfortably on his favorite branch. He tucked one little leg up and fluffed his soft feathers, getting ready to rest until morning. The gentle night air felt calm around him.
All through the forest, the little friends were getting ready. They put away their toys, finished their last little sips of water, and found their special cozy spots. The forest felt sleepy and peaceful, wrapped in the soft blanket of the night.
Pip in his tree hollow, Rosie in her burrow, and Ollie on his branch, along with all the other little friends, closed their eyes. They felt the quiet peace of the forest settling in. The moon glowed softly like a nightlight, and the stars twinkled like sleepy eyes watching over them.
They knew they were safe and warm in their homes. Soft breaths filled the air. Sweet dreams began to dance in their sleepy heads, like little fireflies blinking. Goodnight, little friends. Sleep soundly until the sun comes peeking over the hills again.