Bun was a little bunny who could not sleep.

"I tried counting carrots," he told his mom books cute . "I got to 486 and got hungry."

His mom smiled. "Try looking at the moon. She tells sleepy stories."

Bun hopped outside. The moon was big and round and yellow like a cake.

"Hello, Moon!" said Bun. "Are you a cake?"

The moon laughed, a soft glowy laugh. "I am a little bit like a cake. Would you like a slice of my light?"

Bun nodded.

The moon poured a little beam of light right onto Bun's soft head.

"Once upon a time," said the moon, "there was a brave little bunny who was the best hopper in the whole field..."

Bun listened. His ears got heavy. His eyes got droopy.

"...and he hopped all the way home and fell into the softest dream."

Bun yawned the biggest yawn.

"Thank you, Moon Cake," he whispered.

The moon winked.

Bun hopped back inside, curled into his blanket, and fell asleep with moonlight still warm on his nose, dreaming of hopping on a moon that tasted just a little bit like cheese.