The Silent Night

Dusty Dream's eyes widened as Farmer Joe scratched his head. "The birds stay up late," Joe sighed, feeding the hens.

Dusty approached the birdhouse. "I'll help!"

He watched the quiet nests closely, pondering. Maybe a bedtime song?

Morning Whispers

Dusty Dream danced on golden toes across the farm. The sun kissed his curly hair, and he cheerfully waved at chickens and cows.

"Good morning, Dusty!" clucked a hen.

Dusty noticed a silent, empty birdhouse. "Why aren't the birds singing today?" he wondered, puzzled.