Tucking In Beside the Alphabet

Yawn, stretch, shuffle! Nighttime rolled in, and my little blue legs were feeling wonderfully heavy after all that hopping. I trotted over to the low wooden bookshelf in search of a snug resting slot. Look at that! A gap between two thick picture books was shaped just like me—tall, neat, and cozy! I wiggled my colorful corners right in, pulling a soft woolen bookmark over my lap like a tiny striped quilt. Spine to side, snug as a bug! The quiet clock ticked a gentle lullaby, and I closed my eyes, all tucked away between the stories.