I read about a place with red snow in my picture books. The people there race on lake monsters, and shake hands with fire. I would like to see it myself and bring it to our town.

Stay snug under the covers and close your eyes. Soon, your long-lost friends will visit you. Sometimes I hear a fairy's voice... that sounds a little like my mom... Now, good children know to go to sleep right away…

See, the flowers have grown taller. They will take good care of you.