A softer way into bedtime.

High up on the soft, green hills lived a sweet baby dragon named Sparky. Sparky had shiny emerald scales, a lavender tummy, and two little wings that flapped when he giggled. Sparky had a very special job in the forest. Every evening when the sky turned pink and sleepy, his nose would go tickle-tickle, and he would sneeze: A-CHOO! Out would tumble a gentle, golden spark to light the cozy campfire, keeping all his woodland friends warm through the cool night. One bright morning, Sparky was skipping through a meadow of wild daisies. A tiny yellow butterfly fluttered by and landed right on the tip of his snout. It tickled him with its fluttery feet. Sparky scrunched up his nose. He took a giant breath. His round belly puffed up like a balloon.