Once upon a time, there lived a bubble named Giggle.
Giggle did not want to go to sleep.
“Just one more float,” Giggle said, drifting past the moon.
“Just one more wobble,” Giggle said, bouncing off a cloud.
All the other bubbles were already snoozing. They floated quietly, making tiny shiny snore sounds.
But Giggle kept giggling. That’s when Pop Bubble showed up.
Pop Bubble wasn’t mean. Pop Bubble was just very… poppable.
“Giggle,” said Pop Bubble kindly, “it’s bedtime.”
“Noooo,” Giggle laughed. “I’m not tired at all.”
Giggle wiggled. Giggle shook.
Giggle laughed so hard that—
Pop. Giggle popped.
For one very quiet moment, the sky went silent.
Then something magical happened.
Tiny giggles floated everywhere. Sparkles drifted down. And suddenly, ten new baby bubbles appeared, all laughing even louder than before.
Pop Bubble smiled.
“Well,” Pop Bubble said, “I guess Giggle just needed to rest in pieces.”
And the bubbles laughed themselves right to sleep.
The end.
