The sun dipped low over the golden meadow, painting the tall grass in soft shades of honey and rose.

Little Pip, a fluffy yellow chick, stood on his wobbly toes to watch the warm light fade away. Everything was sleepy and quiet, like a cozy blanket settling over the farm. Pip felt his eyelids grow heavy, but he wanted to see the moon just one more time. The meadow was his favorite place, and he loved how the flowers bowed their heads to say goodnight.