Where do the bright stars go when they get tired? The sky was dark and huge. Sophie knew it was time to help. She put on her fuzzy blue coat. It felt soft against her skin. She walked to the edge of the silent lake.
Sophie stepped into her small wooden boat. *Creak, creak* went the oars. The water was very still. It was smooth and dark.
Suddenly, Sophie heard a gentle sound. *Moo.*
A friendly cow with black and white spots stood by the water. It was Bessie. Bessie looked sleepy, just like the moon.
"Hello, Bessie," Sophie whispered. "Do you want to help me tuck the stars in?"
