snoring library

Miss Whiskers shares a magical tale about discovering a hidden underground room filled with snoring books and a sleepy mole. The books were afraid no one would read them if they fell asleep. Miss Whiskers reassures them that rest is important and that they are loved. She helps a stubborn book fall asleep and is appointed assistant librarian of bedtime stories. The story teaches the importance of rest and self-worth. The tale ends with a reminder to embrace quiet moments and know you are important even when not busy. Hello again, kitten. It's me, Miss Whiskers. I just brewed a cup of marshmallow mint tea, and I was about to curl up for a sleep when a memory tickled my whiskers. Would you like to hear it? Tonight's tale is about a place most creatures never find. A quiet place filled with snoring books, secret tunnels, and one very sleepy mole. So snuggle into your softest blankets and I'll take you there. It all began when I followed a trail of glowing fireflies behind a tree with silvery bark. They zigzagged down a path I'd never noticed before, and suddenly I tumbled down a mossy tunnel. It was soft as a feather bed and right into a hidden underground room filled with books. Books on shelves, books in baskets, even books snoozing in tiny book hammocks. But the most curious thing of all, the books were snoring. Some made little hmmm like tiny sleepy bees. Others purred. One enormous book in the corner even snored and rhymed. I tiptoed closer and spotted a round mole in a cozy sweater vest. He was polishing his glasses with a dandelion puff. Shh, the books are sleeping, and so should you be. I nodded quickly. Sorry, I didn't mean to startle them. Well, don't just stand there like a stunned sock. If you're here, you must need a bedtime story. He reached for a glowing little book with velvet corners, but it wiggled in his paws like a kitten avoiding a bath. Oh, I'm not sleepy. Grumble sighed. This one's refused to sleep for three nights. Keeps waking up the others with all its chatter and rustling. I leaned down and whispered gently to the book. What's keeping you awake, dear one? Oh, I'm afraid that once I fall asleep, no one will read me again. Oh, little kitten. Have you ever felt that way too? Afraid that if you stop being busy, the world might forget you? I curled my tail around the book and said, even the stars need rest, my dear. Sleep is when dreams visit, and tomorrow someone new will open your pages. The book let out the tiniest sigh and finally drifted off to sleep. Grumble the mole looked at me sideways. Well done, Whiskers, you're hired assistant librarian of bedtime things. I smiled, placed the book on a velvet cushion and made my way back up the mossy tunnel, back to my window seat where the moon was just rising. Some nights if I listen closely, I can still hear the snoring from deep underground. And I remember that even stories need to rest. And so do you. Close your eyes now, little kitten. Let your thoughts curl up like cozy paws and know that tomorrow your story begins again. And remember my darling kitten, it's okay to rest. Quiet moments help your heart grow strong. And even when you're still you are so very loved. You don't need to be busy to be important. You already are. So sleep well, and I'll see you next time in the cat's pajamas.