High up on the green, green hills of Iceland lived a little puffin named Pipkin. Pipkin had a bright orange beak and cozy black and white feathers. All day he loved to fly over the blue, blue sea, dipping and diving. But when the sun started to paint the sky with sleepy pink and orange colors, Pipkin knew it was time for bedtime.
Pipkin wanted to find the very best, very softest spot to tuck himself in for the night. He lifted his little puffin wings and soared gently over the land. Below him, he saw fluffy white sheep munching on grass. He saw little streams bubbling over smooth rocks, making happy water sounds. He even saw gentle puffs of steam rising softly from the ground in some places, like sleepy clouds reaching up to the sky.
Pipkin flew past tall, quiet mountains that looked like giant sleepy giants under big blankets. He flew over fields of purple flowers that smelled sweet in the cool air. Where would the perfect soft spot be? He looked and looked. He thought about sleeping on a warm rock, but rocks are a little hard. He thought about sleeping in a tall patch of grass, but the wind might tickle him.
Then, as the sky turned a deeper shade of blue, Pipkin spotted something special. Down near some interesting-shaped rocks, there was a patch of moss. But this moss was different! It seemed to glow ever so softly, like tiny little green stars were hiding inside it. And it looked incredibly, wonderfully soft. It looked like a dream cloud had fallen down just for him.
Gently, Pipkin landed beside the glowing moss. Oh, it was even softer than it looked! It felt like snuggling into a blanket made of fluff and moonlight. It was warm from the day's sun and smelled like clean earth and sweet plants. This was the perfect spot! It was even better than he had imagined.
Pipkin tucked his beak under his wing. He wiggled down into the soft, glowing moss, letting it hold him gently. He listened to the quiet sounds of the night beginning. The sheep were quiet, the streams still bubbled softly, and the air was calm and cool. Pipkin felt safe and snuggly in his special, soft, glowing moss bed.
He closed his puffin eyes, feeling happy and content. Finding this perfect, soft spot in the beautiful land of Iceland made him feel ready for sleep. He drifted off to sleep, dreaming of blue seas and soft clouds and the gentle glow of his cozy moss bed. Goodnight, little Pipkin. Goodnight.