Little Rabbit lived in a warm burrow under a big oak tree. Tonight, the moon was full and round, like a soft white pillow in the sky.
Little Rabbit yawned, wiggled his nose, and whispered, 'Good night, moon.' The moon smiled back, gently.
He curled up in his bed of soft moss. His mama tucked him in with a kiss on his forehead.
Outside, the wind sang a tiny lullaby. Little Rabbit closed his eyes... and slowly, slowly, fell fast asleep.
Good night.