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Tonight,   lay wide awake, staring at the toys in the soft moonlight. The cars were parked neatly, the dolls tucked into tiny beds, and the stuffed animals sat still with gentle faces.

Then, a quiet thought whispered:
– What if they wake up… and start moving?
A small shiver tiptoed across the body.

Just then, a soft plip-plop came from the window.
It was Friggo the gentle frog, glowing faintly in the moonlight.
– Can I tell you a secret?  he asked, settling close.
– A secret?
– All toys sleep at night, said Friggo. The cars rest to race again tomorrow.
– Even the dolls?
– They’re dreaming of games to play when the sun comes up.
– And the farm animals?
– Snuggled in their barns, gathering energy for more fun.

Friggo’s voice softened like a lullaby:
– Everyone needs rest to grow strong. Not just you—every little friend in this room. The whole world breathes in… and sleeps.

 looked around. With a sleepy smile:
– And you, Friggo? What will you do?
– Stay right here, beside you. Watching all night.

 felt a warm glow inside, like a hug without arms. The room felt safe. The night felt kind. Eyes closed, breath slowed… and sleep arrived gently, while Friggo kept watch under the stars.