The Drowsy Donkey

Once upon a time, in a soft green meadow dotted with sleepy daisies, lived a little donkey named Daisy. Daisy had the fluffiest gray ears and the gentlest brown eyes you’ve ever seen.

Every evening, when the sun painted the sky pink and orange, Daisy would feel her eyelids getting heavy. Yawn. She would stretch her little legs and wiggle her fuzzy tail.

“Time for bed, Daisy,” called Mama Donkey softly from across the meadow.

But Daisy wasn’t quite ready. She wanted to say goodnight to all her friends first.

Clip-clop, clip-clop went her little hooves as she walked to the old oak tree where Oliver Owl was getting ready to start his night watch.

“Hoo, hoo, goodnight Daisy,” hooted Oliver gently. “Sweet dreams, little one.”

Next, Daisy wandered to the babbling brook where Bella Bunny was washing her whiskers before bed.

“Goodnight, Daisy,” whispered Bella, her voice soft as cotton. “Sleep tight.”

Clip-clop, clip-clop – Daisy’s steps were getting slower and sleepier.

She visited the flower patch where Benny Butterfly was folding his beautiful wings for the night.

“Rest well, sweet Daisy,” Benny murmured, settling onto a soft lavender bloom.

By now, Daisy’s eyes were getting very, very heavy. The moon was rising like a silver balloon in the dark blue sky, and the first twinkling stars were appearing.

Clip… clop… clip… clop…

Daisy’s hooves moved slower and slower as she made her way back to Mama Donkey, who was waiting with the coziest pile of fresh hay.

“There’s my sleepy girl,” Mama Donkey said warmly, nuzzling Daisy’s soft neck.

Daisy settled down into the sweet-smelling hay with a big, contented sigh. The grass was like a soft green blanket beneath her, and the gentle night breeze felt like a lullaby.

Mama Donkey began to hum a quiet tune: “Hmm-mmm-mmm, hmm-mmm-mmm…”

Daisy’s eyelids fluttered closed. The cricket choir sang their gentle night song: chirp-chirp, chirp-chirp… and the leaves whispered soft secrets in the warm evening air.

Soon, Daisy was fast asleep, dreaming of sunny meadows and friendly butterflies, of babbling brooks and sweet clover.

All through the meadow, everything was peaceful and still. Oliver Owl kept watch, Bella Bunny slept in her burrow, and Benny Butterfly rested on his flower.

And Daisy? Daisy slept the sweetest, most peaceful sleep, safe and warm with Mama Donkey beside her.

The end.