Baby Goat’s Mountain Sleep

High up on hill, where the grass was soft and green, lived a little baby goat named Clover. Clover had fluffy white fur and tiny hooves that went tap-tap-tap on the smooth rocks.

When the sun began to set, painting the sky pink and purple, Mama Goat called, “Clover, it’s time for bed!”

But Clover wasn’t sleepy yet. Hop, hop, hop! She bounced from rock to rock, her little tail wiggling with joy.

“One more jump, Mama!” Clover said, leaping over a small stream. Splash! Her hooves made tiny ripples in the water.

The mountain was getting quiet. The birds tucked their heads under their wings. The flowers closed their petals. Even the busy bees had gone to sleep in their hive.

“Come, little one,” Mama Goat said gently. “Let’s find your favorite sleeping spot.”

Together, they climbed to a cozy ledge covered in the softest moss. Below them, fireflies began to twinkle like tiny stars that had fallen from the sky. Blink, blink, blink!

Mama Goat lay down and patted the mossy ground with her hoof. “Here, Clover. Right next to me.”

Clover curled up close to her mama’s warm, fluffy side. She could feel Mama’s gentle breathing, up and down, up and down, like the rocking of a boat on calm water.

“Look up, my baby,” Mama whispered.

Above them, the real stars came out one by one. They sparkled and winked, as if they were saying goodnight to all the little animals on the mountain.

The moon peeked over the mountain peaks, round and bright like a glowing ball. It cast a silvery light that made everything look magical and peaceful.

“The moon will watch over you while you sleep,” Mama Goat said softly. “And I’ll be right here beside you.”

A gentle mountain breeze whispered through the pine trees. Whoosh, whoosh. It sounded like a lullaby, soft and soothing.

Clover’s eyes grew heavy. Her little legs tucked up under her warm body. She yawned a tiny goat yawn and snuggled even closer to her mama.

“Sweet dreams, my precious kid,” Mama Goat hummed quietly. “Dream of green meadows and sunny days.”

As Clover drifted off to sleep, she heard the peaceful sounds of the mountain night. An owl hooted softly in the distance. Hoo-hoo. The stream gurgled gently as it flowed over the rocks. Babble, babble.

The other baby animals on the mountain were falling asleep too. Baby rabbits snuggled in their burrows. Little birds nestled in their nests. Bear cubs cuddled with their mamas in cozy caves.

All across the mountain, everything was safe, warm, and sleepy.

Clover smiled in her sleep as she dreamed of tomorrow’s adventures. She dreamed of chasing butterflies through wildflower meadows, playing hide-and-seek behind the big rocks, and drinking cool water from the crystal-clear stream.

But for now, she was perfectly content to sleep peacefully on her mountain, wrapped in her mama’s love and the gentle sounds of the night.

The stars twinkled down at the sleeping baby goat. The moon smiled its gentle smile. And the mountain kept them all safe and sound until morning came.

Shhh… shhh… sleep tight, little Clover. Sleep tight.