Deep in Cozy Snow Cove, where the snow was soft and white, lived a little baby penguin named Pip. Pip had soft grey feathers, two tiny flippers, and a little round tummy.

The sun went down. The sky turned a quiet purple. The stars began to twinkle in the night sky.

It was bedtime in Cozy Snow Cove.

Pip let out a small, sleepy yawn. Yawn, yawn.

Pip waddled slowly across the soft white snow. Waddle, waddle, splash, splash.

First, Pip saw Mama Seal resting on a smooth ice rock.

"Goodnight, little Pip," whispered Mama Seal.

Pip blinked his soft eyes. Goodnight, Mama Seal.

Next, Pip waddled past a family of little snow birds tucked under a soft bush.

"Goodnight, little Pip," chirped the snow birds softly.

Pip waved his tiny flipper. Goodnight, little birds.

Pip reached his cozy snow nest. Inside was his warm, fluffy pink blanket.

Pip waddled into his nest. He pulled the soft blanket up to his little chin.

Snuggle, snuggle.

The cold wind blew softly outside—shhh, shhh.

Inside his nest, Pip was warm, cozy, and safe.

Mama Penguin kissed his soft head. "Goodnight, sweet Pip."

Pip closed his dark little eyes. His tummy rose and fell gently. Breathe in, breathe out.

Little Pip was fast asleep, dreaming sweet polar dreams.

Goodnight, snow. Goodnight, stars. Goodnight, Pip.