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Every night, when the meadow grew quiet, Luna the bunny hopped up her favourite hill to talk to the moon. Tonight, though, her eyes wouldn't close, no matter how many times she counted the stars.
“I can't find my sleepy feeling,” Luna whispered. The moon glowed softly and hummed a tune so old it didn't have words anymore — just warmth, and quiet, and the feeling of being tucked in.
Luna listened all the way to the end. By the time the moon finished humming, her eyes were heavy, her paws were warm, and she was already halfway to dreaming.