Tuca and the River of Dreams

Tuca the capybara had a cozy nest by the river. It was made of warm grass and soft moss. The water moved slow and quiet. Tuca breathed in. Tuca breathed out. The night was warm and kind.

A tiny light floated by on the water. It was soft and round, like a little moon. Tuca tilted her head. The light glowed in a gentle way. "Hello," Tuca whispered. The little light bobbed and waited.

Tuca slipped into the warm water. She floated on her back, slow and easy. The little light floated beside her. Together they drifted down the quiet river. The trees leaned close and soft. The stars peeked through the leaves.

More little lights came to the water. Each one was a small, sleepy dream. One dream hummed a soft tune. One dream yawned a tiny yawn. They floated all around Tuca, glowing and slow.

"Where do you go?" Tuca asked softly. The little lights drifted toward a calm pool. There the water was still and deep. There the dreams could rest. Tuca floated with them, round and round, slower and slower.

One dream had lost its way. It bobbed in a little circle, small and unsure. Tuca floated near. "Come, friend," she hushed. She nudged it gently with her nose. The little dream settled close to her side. Now it was safe. Now it was warm.

The pool was soft and silver. The dreams glowed like quiet stars on the water. Tuca felt sleepy and slow. Her eyes grew heavy. The river hummed a low, low song.

Hush now, hush now, sang the water. Hush now, little dreams.

Tuca floated back to her cozy nest. The warm grass held her gently. The moss was soft beneath her. She curled up small and round. The little lights drifted up, up into the sky. They became soft stars.

The river grew quiet. The night grew dim. Tuca yawned a long, slow yawn. Her eyes closed, soft as petals.

Hush now, hush now.

The dreams were resting. Tuca was resting too. Her breath went slow. Her heart went soft. The stars kept watch above the river.

Sleep well, little Tuca. Sleep well, little dreams. Goodnight.