One evening in the Hundred Acre Wood, little Roo bounced excitedly around Kanga as she tucked him into bed. “Mama, I don’t want to sleep yet! The stars are out, and they look so pretty!” he said, peeking out the window.
Kanga smiled and kissed Roo’s forehead. “I know they do, dear, but it’s bedtime now,” she said softly.
