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“…the Nappi Noodle begins to dance. A slow, sleepy dance. First, it wiggles down your shoulders. Then it tickles your tummy (just a tiny, cozy tickle). Then it wraps around your legs like a warm, noodly hug. And when it reaches your toes? Poof. You’re fast asleep.”

Leo’s eyes grew wide. “Can I try?” nappi noodle

His mom, tired and patient, tried everything. “Leo, just close your eyes.” But Leo’s eyes had other plans. They stayed wide open like two shiny buttons. “…the Nappi Noodle begins to dance

Leo’s breathing slowed. The noodle traveled down his legs, and his feet stopped wiggling. Then, right as the imaginary noodle touched his toes— poof. Then it tickles your tummy (just a tiny, cozy tickle)

Nana Jo sat down beside him. “Ah. You haven’t met the yet, have you?”

Once upon a time in the little town of Maple Grove, a young boy named Leo faced the same struggle every single night: . He wiggled. He squirmed. He asked for water, for one more story, for a glass of milk, for the moon on a spoon.

He was asleep.