Once upon a time, at the edge of a peaceful forest, there was a little round pond. In the middle of that pond lived a duck named Pip. Pip wasn’t like the ducks who quacked and splashed all day long. Pip loved naps more than anything. Warm sun, cool shade, and the sound of the breeze were his favorite lullabies.

But one day, Pip couldn’t find the perfect place to nap. The grass was too itchy, the mud was too sticky, and the log was already taken by a snoring turtle. Pip blinked sleepily at the rippling water and wished, “If only I had a soft, quiet place to nap…”

Frogs with Voices Like Music

As Pip nestled into the lily, a chorus of soft ribbits rose from nearby reeds. The frogs were warming up for their evening lullaby. Each note they sang was slow, low, and dreamy. One frog croaked like a cello. Another hummed like a flute. Together, they made music to drift off.

“Sleep, little duck, on your lily bed,
Let the ripples rock you and rest your head.
Moonlight above and pond down below,
Close your eyes and let dreams flow...”

Pip’s eyes fluttered. He was rocked by ripples and wrapped in frogs’ lullabies. Even the fireflies blinked in time, like night-lanterns swaying to the song. The stars peeked through the treetops, smiling down on the quiet pond.