“Goodnight, moon. Goodnight, mush. Goodnight, bears….”
This kid, I swear. It’s hard enough for me, an old woman, being up this late. I need to sleep. But this bunny won’t shut up! MUST he say goodnight to every blamed thing in sight?
I am trying to cut him a break. After losing all his sisters and brothers in that horrible way, he deserves some compassion. Well, I’m trying.
But he hops about all day, my face turns pale and green, I know it’s gonna be a hard life when he has to grow up and that’s inevitable. The other children are all asleep now. Why can’t this Welsh fellow simmer down?
Good Lord, he’s saying goodnight to the damn air!
I’m out of here. He’ll fall asleep soon, I bet, and I was always told to be kind to the elderly.
Sakes, it’s dark here in the hallway. I’ll listen at the door…ah, silence.

No…he forgot the noises everywhere. What a punk.
And now, snoring. At last.

And now it’s my turn. Ah, the youths of the world don’t know how good they have it.

Good night, readers. Y’all hush, now.