In a valley nestled between soft, rolling hills, lived a little dragon named Flicker. Now, Flicker wasn't like the big, booming dragons. He didn't breathe fierce, fiery flames. Instead, when Flicker opened his mouth, the softest, warmest air whispered out. It smelled faintly of warm moss and twilight flowers, and it had a special, sleepy magic to it. Flicker used his breath to help his friends settle down for the night.
The sun was beginning to dip below the hills. Flicker saw Squeaky the squirrel still busily burying his last nut. Squeaky's tail was twitching quickly. Flicker flew down gently and breathed his warm, sleepy air near Squeaky. Squeaky felt his paws slow down. The nut felt heavy, and a big yawn stretched his cheeks. He looked around sleepily, remembered his cozy drey, and scampered towards it.
A little further on, Hoppy the bunny was sitting by his burrow entrance, his nose twitching nervously at the lengthening shadows. He seemed a little worried about the dark. Flicker landed nearby, and breathed his soft, calming air towards Hoppy. Hoppy felt the warm air wash over him. The shadows didn't seem so scary anymore. He felt safe and snug. With a contented sigh, Hoppy hopped into his warm, underground burrow.
High in the old pine tree, Flicker heard the faint cheeping of little birds settling into their nest. They were rustling in the dimming light. Flicker carefully flew up to the branch just below the nest, making sure not to shake it. He blew the gentlest, warmest breezes upwards. The little birds felt the comforting air. Their cheeps softened to sleepy chirps, and they snuggled closer together, feeling safe and sound.
The moon peeked over the mountain peak, casting a soft, silver glow. The forest grew still, except for the gentle hoot of an owl. Flicker felt a big, rumbling yawn start deep in his tummy and float up. His own special sleepy breath drifted out with the yawn. His eyelids started to feel heavy, just like his friends must feel.
It was time for Flicker to find his own cozy sleeping spot. He flew slowly back towards his small cave. Inside, his cave was warm and dry. He found his favourite spot, a smooth rock covered in soft moss. He circled around once, then curled his long tail around his body, making a warm, safe circle.
Flicker took a deep, slow breath, and breathed out his own warm, sleepy air. The air filled his little cave, making it feel extra cozy and peaceful. He felt happy he could help his friends feel calm and ready for sleep.
Now it was Flicker's turn. He rested his head on his mossy rock. He closed his eyes, felt his breathing slow down, and drifted off into peaceful dreams. Sleepy dreams, full of warm breezes. Goodnight, Flicker. Goodnight, little one.