Goodnight Moon
In the great green room, there was a telephone and a red balloon, and a picture of a cow jumping over the moon. There were three little bears sitting on chairs, and two little kittens with mittens, and a pair of mittens. And there were a comb and a brush, and a bowl full of mush, and a quiet old lady whispering, "hush."
"Goodnight room," said the little bunny, looking around with his big, sleepy eyes. He could see the familiar objects in his room—the clock, the socks, and the quiet, old lady, knitting by the fire. "Goodnight room," he repeated softly.
The little bunny then turned his gaze to the bright, full moon outside the window. "Goodnight moon," he said, acknowledging the celestial friend that watched over him. The moon's gentle glow filled the room with a soft, silvery light.
Next, the little bunny noticed the red balloon, tied to the bedpost. "Goodnight red balloon," he whispered, sending his wishes to the floating friend that added a touch of whimsy to the room
Turning his attention to the picture hanging on the wall, he said, "Goodnight cow jumping over the moon." The image of the cow, leaping high above the moon, seemed to dance in the bunny's dreams.
The little bunny then looked at the three little bears sitting on chairs. "Goodnight bears," he said, feeling comforted by their silent presence. They seemed to nod in agreement.
With a sweet smile, he turned to the two little kittens with mittens. "Goodnight kittens," he whispered. Their purring and gentle purrs echoed in his mind as he settled deeper into his bed.
The bunny's gaze moved to the socks, neatly lined up by the fireplace. "Goodnight socks," he said, appreciating their warmth and comfort. They were like old friends, keeping his feet cozy.
He turned to the quiet old lady who had been knitting all along. "Goodnight quiet old lady whispering 'hush,'" he said, acknowledging her as the guardian of his peaceful night.
Finally, he glanced at the comb and the brush and the bowl full of mush. "Goodnight mush," he said, imagining the warm, nourishing meal that awaited him in his dreams. The bunny felt the fullness of his tummy as he closed his eyes.
"Goodnight nobody," he whispered, for the room was empty except for him and his friends. "Goodnight mush," he said once more, his voice growing softer with each goodnight.
"Goodnight stars," he murmured as he noticed the twinkling lights in the night sky. "Goodnight air," he added, feeling the coolness of the night breeze on his whiskers.
And finally, he whispered, "Goodnight noises everywhere," acknowledging the distant sounds of the night—the crickets, the rustling leaves, and the gentle hum of the world outside.
With that, the little bunny closed his eyes, feeling safe and loved in his cozy, green room. The room remained silent and still, cradling him in the warmth of a goodnight's sleep.
As the story goes, the little bunny says goodnight to everything in his room and beyond, gradually winding down for sleep.
