Who could love sleep more than the moon loved the night? On the soft, sandy edge of Willow Pond, a small turtle named Clifford tried his best to find out.

Clifford loved naps before breakfast, naps after lunch, and especially the long, deep sleep he took under the lily pads when stars blinked on. While frogs boinged and crickets fiddled, he tucked in his head and sighed happily. Sleep, to him, was better than juicy clover and almost as good as warm sunshine.

Each month at Willow Pond, the animals held a quiet Moon Float. When the round moon rose over the reeds, everyone pushed little leaf boats with glowing beetles across the water. It was gentle, shining, and sleepy-perfect. Clifford loved it most of all.

So when Bree the firefly zipped to his rock and buzzed, “Don’t forget!