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The Sleepy Pie climbed into its own little bed of thistledown, gave one final, tiny yawn, and fell fast asleep, knowing the world was tucked in tight.

It reached the edge of the Cranberry Bog, where the water was still and dark as ink. There, floating like little glowing gems, were the berries. The Sleepy Pie reached out a tiny paw and plucked one. It was cool and felt like a bubble made of velvet. sleepypie_cranberries-OoucEL3Q.mp4

In the heart of the Great North Woods, where the air smells perpetually of pine needles and cold brook water, there lived a creature known only as the . Unlike a traditional pie you might find on a windowsill, this Sleepy Pie was a tiny, round puff of a spirit, covered in fur as white and soft as fresh flour. The Sleepy Pie climbed into its own little

Every year, when the first frost glazed the world in silver, the Sleepy Pie had one very important job: it had to gather the . The Sleepy Pie reached out a tiny paw and plucked one