Goodnight, Little Panda

In the heart of a quiet bamboo forest lived a small panda named Piku. All day long, Piku loved to play—rolling in the grass, climbing short trees, and munching on bamboo shoots. But when the sun began to set, painting the sky in orange and pink, Piku’s eyes grew heavy.

“Goodnight, Little Panda,” whispered the trees, their leaves swaying softly.
“Goodnight, Little Panda,” sang the river, humming a lullaby as it flowed.
Even the fireflies danced in the twilight, blinking gently, as if to say, “Sleep well, friend.”

But Piku shook his head. “I don’t want to sleep yet. I might miss something fun!”

So, he tried to stay awake. He peeked at the owls, listened to the crickets, and even counted the stars. But soon his paws slowed, his eyelids drooped, and he curled up beneath the big green leaves.

As he drifted into dreams, Piku realized something important: the world would still be here tomorrow. His friends, the trees, the river, and the stars, would all be waiting. Sleep wasn’t missing out—it was resting so he could play again.

And so, under the silver moonlight, the forest whispered one last time:
“Goodnight, Little Panda.”

✨ Moral: Rest is not wasting time—it gives us strength and joy for all the adventures tomorrow will bring. ✨

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