The Mole Can’t Sleep
The mole couldn’t sleep, yawning in the sunlight, walking unsteadily as if the whole world was swaying.
Night arrived. He slipped out to take a look. The big tree was snoring “swish-swish,” sleeping soundly! Ha, now he understood! “You can sleep while standing!”
“Thud!” Ouch, he had just stood for a moment before the mole fell, bumping his forehead, leaving a big bruise.
The birds were chirping, becoming “sleepy babies” at night. Could there be some magic in the bird’s nest?
The mole climbed the tree, reaching into the bird’s nest to search.
“Ouch!” Oh, his hand hurt, it was burning, swollen like a loaf of bread!
The rock slept well, snoring “snore-snore” all day long, even thunder couldn’t wake it.
Ah, the morning glory had wound around the rock, so the rock was a “cocoon baby!”
The mole found some vines to wrap around himself, trying to learn how to sleep in a “cocoon” like the rock.
A snake, flicking its tongue, quietly slithered over.
“Help!” the mole screamed.
The rock was startled awake and rolled over—crushing the hungry snake underneath, leaving it helpless as the mole escaped.
The mole still couldn’t sleep, so he ran toward a house with its lights on.
A mother was humming a lullaby:
“The stars knock on the window, coaxing the baby into dreamland.
In the dream, there’s a big forest, in the dream, there’s a red sun!”
The next morning, the young mother was surprised!
In her arms was not only her baby but also the little mole, drooling and mumbling in his sleep!
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
