Once, in a land where stars wept glitter, a small boy found a piece of the moon.
"It looks like cheese," he said, and it giggled back at him.
Winged rabbits hop over the hills, their shadows painting flowers on the grass.
Hold tight to their tales, for they know the way to the land of nod.
"Would you like a cup of rainbow tea?" asked the cloud lady.
And every sip made the world a little more wobbly and nice.