Ten animal friends discover their magical bed can take them to fantastical lands—if one falls out—leading to whimsical adventures and wonder.
The sun had set hours ago, leaving the old forest steeped in shadow. In the middle of it all, tucked between ancient oaks and mossy stones, sat a small crooked cabin. Its wooden walls leaned a little to one side, and its chimney puffed tiny curls of smoke into the crisp night air. Inside, ten little animals were settling in for the night.
The squirrel fluffed her tail as she tucked herself under the quilt. The rabbit yawned. The fox turned in a slow circle before lying down. The bed creaked softly as the raccoon wriggled into his spot, and the porcupine, careful not to poke anyone, stretched out near the edge. It was always a tight fit, but somehow, the bed never felt too crowded.
No one ever questioned it—it was just how things worked.
But that night, as the first stars appeared in the sky, the little owl blinked his golden eyes and whispered, “Have you ever wondered if the bed is… magical?”
The others turned to look at him. “Magical?” the deer asked, her ears flicking.
“Yes,” said the owl, his voice low, as if sharing a secret. “They say it can take us anywhere we dream of. Anywhere in the world.”
The mouse tilted his head. “How?”
The owl’s feathers ruffled, and a mischievous smile crept across his beak. “It only works if someone falls out.”
The rabbit twitched her nose. “That sounds silly.”
“And a little dangerous,” added the skunk.
But the squirrel, ever curious, sat up straight. “Let’s find out if it’s true!” she chirped. “What’s the worst that could happen?”
The raccoon scratched his head. “I don’t know about this…”
But the squirrel was already climbing onto her tiny paws, her bushy tail quivering with excitement. “Let’s all roll over,” she said with a giggle. “Like in the song! You know—‘Roll over, roll over!’”
The others exchanged glances, then shrugged. “Why not?” the fox said, a sly grin spreading across his face.
Together, they shuffled and rolled to the side. The bed let out a quiet shimmering sigh as if waking from a long nap. With a soft plop, the skunk tumbled out, landing gently on a cushion of golden leaves that hadn’t been there before.
The animals froze.
Then, with a soft hum, the bed began to glow—a faint silvery light that filled the room. The blankets rippled, the wooden frame creaked, and before anyone could say a word, the bed lifted gently off the floor.
“Hang on!” the mouse squeaked.
Through the window it went, floating into the starry night, carrying the animals high above the trees. The skunk, still sitting on the mysterious pile of leaves, watched with wide eyes as the bed disappeared into the sky. He hadn’t been left behind, though—not really. As he stared at the stars, the leaves began to swirl around him, and he suddenly found himself sitting beside a shimmering lake of honey, where a golden boat waited to carry him to his friends.
Up in the bed, the others gasped as the cabin grew smaller and smaller below them. Soon, they were gliding over a fantastical land filled with candy trees that reached for the sky, their branches heavy with caramel apples and chocolate fruit.
“This is amazing!” the fox shouted, leaping to the edge of the bed to grab a candy leaf.
And that was only the beginning.
“Roll over, roll over!” the owl called again, his feathers ruffling with excitement. One by one, the animals tumbled out of the bed, and each time, the bed carried the rest to a new and wondrous place.
The mouse danced in a field of glowing fireflies that lit up like tiny lanterns. The porcupine found himself rolling through a valley of soft, spiky clouds, where the air smelled of lavender and fresh rain. The deer bounded through a forest of rainbow mushrooms that glowed like moonlight. The rabbit hopped across a meadow where shimmering dewdrops turned to diamonds beneath her paws.
And at last, when only the little owl remained, the bed carried him to the top of a towering mountain. There, beneath a sky filled with shooting stars, his friends were waiting for him, each of them laughing and chattering about their adventures.
“This bed is the best thing ever!” the raccoon declared, stuffing his mouth with a chocolate fruit.
“Next time,” the fox said, a gleam in his eye, “we’ll all jump out together.”
The others cheered, and as the bed stretched itself just big enough for them all once again, they curled up under its magical quilt.
It shimmered softly, keeping them warm as they drifted to sleep under the vast, sparkling sky.
Follow Up Questions
What do you think makes the bed magical?
Which animal’s adventure would you want to join, and why?
Where would you dream of going if you were on the bed?