'Bedtime, Little Bunny,' Mama Bunny whispered, fluffing a pillow made of dandelion fluff. Little Bunny hopped around, not quite ready for bed.

Around the room, there were many things to say goodnight to. 'Goodnight, toys,' Little Bunny said, patting his wooden blocks and soft plush carrot.

'Goodnight, books,' Little Bunny continued, his small paw brushing against the spines of bedtime tales filled with adventures and magic forests.

Turning to the window, Little Bunny gazed at the sinking sun. 'Goodnight, sun,' he called softly, 'Hello, moon,' he greeted next, seeing the crescent moon.

'Goodnight, paintings,' Little Bunny murmured, nodding to the watercolor paintings. Mama Bunny sat beside him, wrapping him in a warm embrace.

'Goodnight, chairs,' Little Bunny yawned, eyeing the wooden chairs tucked neatly under the dining table.

'And goodnight, delicious carrots,' he added, his stomach full and happy from dinner. The carrot tops rustled softly as if waving back.

Finally, Little Bunny crawled under his leafy blanket, his eyes heavy with sleep. 'Goodnight, stars,' he whispered to the twinkling lights.

Mama Bunny leaned over, planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. 'And goodnight, Little Bunny,' she whispered.

In the quiet of the burrow, with the whispers of the night lulling him, Little Bunny closed his eyes.

The world outside continued in whispers and rustles, a lullaby of the night, as Little Bunny drifted into dreams filled with moonlight and fluffy clouds.

And all was well in the little burrow under the old oak tree, as Little Bunny slept soundly, dreaming of adventures to come.