It was bedtime in the burrow. The lantern was low and the room went dim.
Pip: “I don’t like the dark.”
Bramble said softly, “Then let’s leave a little light on.”
Pip and Bramble walked along the path at dusk.
Hazel: “Hello Pip! I keep a tiny lantern by my bed. It stays on all night.”
Pip: “All night?”
Old Oakley the owl waited on a low branch.
Old Oakley: “The dark is the same room with the light turned down. Your chair is still your chair.”
Pip: “And the sounds?”
Old Oakley: “Those are wind and leaves and owls like me, saying goodnight.”
Pip got into bed. The night light glowed warm and amber.
Pip: “I can see my books.”
Pip listened: leaves, wind, and one gentle hoot far away.
The burrow was quiet and warm and safe.
Pip: “Goodnight, Bramble.”
Pip snuggled down and fell asleep with the little light on.
