Twinkle, twinkle, little star. Up in the sky so far. A tiny star named Pip was shining high above the world, glowing brightly against the dark velvet night.

But tonight, Pip was feeling very, very sleepy. His sparkle was soft and slow. He let out a tiny yawn that shimmered in the air.

The moon, Mama Luna, watched over him from nearby. She saw her little star struggling to keep his eyes open in the vast sky.

"Sleep now, little Pip," Mama Luna whispered, her voice like a lullaby. She gently tucked him into his soft, fluffy cloudy bed.

Mama Luna's light was soft and gentle. Pip closed his eyes, snuggling into the mist, ready to drift off to sleep.

Just as he was drifting off, he heard a sound. "Hoo-hoo!" It echoed softly through the night air. Pip's eyes popped open.

Pip peeked over the edge of his cloud. It was Olly the Owl, flying by on silent wings. He was gliding smoothly through the starlight.

"Hoo-hoo! Are you not sleeping, little star?" Olly hooted softly. He landed gently on a nearby cloud wisp to say hello.

Pip yawned a big, starry yawn that lit up his face. "I'm too sleepy to play, Olly," Pip whispered, his light dimming slightly.

Olly nodded his feathery head wisely. "Then it's time for dreams." He swooped away, his wings making a soft whoosh.

Mama Luna smiled down at him. "Close your eyes, my little one. Dreams are waiting for you." Her voice was the most comforting sound in the universe.

Pip snuggled down deep into his cloud. He dreamed of gentle breezes and the soft hum of the night. Zzzzzz. Pip the little star was fast asleep.