See The Sights On The Sleep Skyrail: A Story for Kids

Summary

Little Stories for Tiny People: "See the Sights on the Sleep Skyrail"

Host: Rhea Pechter
Episode Date: January 31, 2026

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Episode Overview

This whimsical bedtime story follows Lambdin, a young sheep enduring an unusually cold spell, as he escapes the freezing reality via a fantastical ride on the Sleep Train. When things take an unexpected (and chilly) turn, Lambdin finds himself aboard the magical Sleep Skyrail, where warmth, quirky fellow passengers, and enchanting airborne performances await. The episode explores themes of adaptation, gratitude, friendship, and the importance of generosity—even when it means giving up your favorite blanket.

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Key Discussion Points & Story Highlights

The Missing Story & The Challenge (00:09–01:21)

• Rhea welcomes listeners, describing a breezy mishap in her studio—her story almost blows away!
• After a comedic search, she finds the story safe and introduces the episode:

  “You have to imagine them in your mind. You can imagine them however you want.” (01:21, Kaden)

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Freezing in Wool History Class (01:21–06:16)

• Lambdin, a sheep, can’t get warm in his chilly school, despite his best efforts (and his friend Yarnly's earmuffs).
• The lesson is lost to most students who are preoccupied with the cold, and daydreaming about warmer places.
• The environmental detail—empty playground, drafty school, families huddled in barns—sets a tone of resilience and gently pokes fun at sheep-life parallels with human experiences.
• Humorous exchanges:

  “I can't feel my toes.” “You don't have toes.” “It's a figure of speech.” (04:55–04:58, Kaden & Rhea)

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Looking Forward to the Sleep Train (06:16–10:02)

• Despite his discomfort, Lambdin finds comfort each night on his beloved, warm Sleep Train, which lulls him to sleep:

  “He packed up his things... with a heart filled with anticipation and gratitude for the peaceful night to come.” (06:22, Rhea)

• His nightly routine shows how small rituals can create feelings of safety amid chaos.

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Memo Mishaps & The Unusual Train Night (10:02–15:07)

• Lambdin discovers a series of odd occurrences: a memo about sweaters is lost through his window (by an unexpected crew member!).
• At the train, everyone is bundled up—except Lambdin, who missed the memo and is shivering in his pajamas.
• The moose conductor’s dry humor shines:

  “Today it's a sweater. Tomorrow it could be an oxygen tank.” (12:07, Martine)

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The Escape & The Skyrail Surprise (15:07–18:26)

• Lambdin, refusing to freeze anymore, bravely leaves the Sleep Train for the first time, only to be mistaken as "Mr. Punctual" by a cheery ostrich conductor and swept into a new adventure.
• The Sleep Skyrail is introduced as a magical, cozy gondola ride that promises warmth and ‘sights’.

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Enchantment in the Sky (18:26–24:25)

• Lambdin boards the Skyrail gondola and finds the comfort he craves (thanks to warmth and a weighted, cozy blanket).
• Passengers are treated to magical nighttime performances:
  • Pirouetting pufferfish leaping from buckets carried by owls.

    “Pretty sure those are owls. But the pufferfish soon revealed themselves, leaping out of the buckets and twirling in the air before splashing back down.” (22:12, Rhea)

  • “Lacewings,” glowing insects singing lullabies, performing a mesmerizing airborne dance.

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A Blanket Dilemma & Acts of Kindness (24:25–32:21)

• The lacewing performance is disrupted when the insects swarm the gondola, attracted by a squirrel’s reading light.
• The lesson: sometimes you have to sacrifice your own comfort to restore harmony for all. Lambdin gives up his beloved blanket to shield the light and help everyone get back to sleep.

  “He grasped his lovely blanket and draped it over the squirrel... Slowly...the lacewings dropped away from the glass and fell back into their wavelike, rippling dance.” (29:24, Rhea)

• Kindness is reciprocated: the anteater shares his blanket with Lambdin.

  “Thank you.” “Don’t mention it. They were both only half covered, but it was enough.” (32:17, Rhea)

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Return to Reality & Cozy Resolution (32:21–End)

• Lambdin awakens to a sunny, much warmer morning and bounds out of bed—even donning a "practical midweight sweater" for the day ahead.

  “You can toss your parkas out the window and grab a sweater, because it’s gonna be a warm one.” (32:46, Rhea as weather announcer)

• The closing sentiment: adapting, sharing, and small joys make even the coldest times fleeting.

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Notable Quotes & Memorable Moments

• Lambdin’s bravery:

  “No, he thought, rising from his seat, his teeth chattering. I will not do this. Then he did something he had never done before. He headed for the exit.” (14:37, Rhea)

• Resourcefulness in community:

  “We need something opaque,” the anteater said gruffly. (29:24, Rhea)
  “If only I had a blanket, he thought doubtfully. Just as the thought came to him, he felt something drape over him.” (32:00, Rhea)

• Warmth is more than physical:

  “They were both only half covered, but it was enough.” (32:19, Rhea)

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Important Timestamps

• 00:09–01:21: Rhea’s breezy intro and set-up
• 01:22–06:16: Lambdin’s icy day at school
• 10:02–12:23: Boarding the Sleep Train, sweater memo confusion
• 15:07–16:15: Lambdin escapes; meets ostrich Skyrail conductor
• 18:26–22:30: Skyrail launches; pufferfish aerial show
• 24:05–27:47: Lullaby-singing, glowing lacewings and ensuing insect mayhem
• 29:24–32:19: Blanket-sharing and return to calm
• 32:30–33:00: Lambdin’s cozy, sunlit morning

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Closing Note

This story artfully blends humor with gentle life lessons about perseverance, community, and sharing, all in a cozy, vivid landscape sure to delight "tiny people" and their families. Rhea’s storytelling voice, the quirky cast, and the engaging fantasy touches make it a heartwarming listen for bedtime or anytime.

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Transcript

[Rhea]

This is Rhea. Welcome to Little Stories for Tiny People. Huh, that's strange. It almost feels breezy in my studio. Oh, the window's open. I must have left it open when I came in to water my cactus collection for the first time this year. Well, I'll just. Oh dear. A paper just flew out the window. I think it might have been the story I was going to tell you. Great. What am I gonna do now? You know what? This is fine. This is good. Honestly, it's better this way. I've been needing a challenge and. Oh, what's this?

[Kaden]

Ah.

[Rhea]

Oh, my story. It's here. It was sitting on my hard metal stool. It did not fly out the window. You know what? That must have been a coupon I had for a free unicycle wash. I can just wash my own unicycle like a normal person. Let's get to our story before it flies out the window. It's called See the Sights on the Sleep Sky Rail. Take it away, Caden.

[Kaden]

Remember, there are no pictures. You have to imagine them in your mind. You can imagine them however you want. Okay, here we go. If you open your Textbooks to page 1171, you will see a portrait of the late McHenry McWoolworth, popularizer of the modern process of wool felting. Now then, Lambdin, did you hear what p page Professor Crispwell said T turn to.

[Rhea]

Lamdin was in the middle of wool history class, trying and failing to warm up his hoofs, which felt much like blocks of ice. He turned to the sheep beside him. Yarnly, who pulled one earmuff away from her left ear, and in anticipation of his answer, her breath escaped in little white clouds before her face. Time stretched like felted wool strained to its limit. Yarnly blinked, a slow motion action that seemed to require extreme effort to pull off.

[Kaden]

As you can see in this lithograph, McWoolworth himself wore many of his wool felted creations.

[Rhea]

Lambdin, his thoughts moving at a glacial pace, opened his mouth to tell Yarnly to turn to page 111. But Professor Crispwull, bundled in a coat and scarf that obscured everything aside from a small circle of his face, went on.

[Kaden]

Now, if you turn to page 337, there's a fascinating pie chart detailing.

[Rhea]

Before another page could be chosen, Lamden said, 3:37. Yarnly nodded, replaced her earmuff and flipped to the middle of her textbook. She was one of few who did. Most students were too busy rubbing their hoofs together, shivering and daydreaming about the beach to absorb facts about McHenry McWoolworth. Days ago, the students had frolicked on the playground, gleefully whirling on the tire swing and running up the slide, up down the slide. Only children now. The sky was shrouded with woolly grey clouds. The air was wet and frigidly cold, and the playground sat empty and silent save for the seesaw teetering up and down in the blustery wind. The school's heating system chugged valiantly along, but it was no match for the sub freezing temperatures and raging winds that kept blowing open doors and windows at odd intervals.

[Kaden]

I can't feel my toes.

[Rhea]

You don't have toes.

[Kaden]

It's a figure of speech.

[Rhea]

The students would have wished to be sent home, except most of their homes were draftier than the school and some of them were resided in barns.

[Kaden]

Last night I buried myself in hay and I still couldn't feel my ears.

[Rhea]

Lambdin programmed his radio alarm clock to switch on at 6:18 every morning to get the latest weather report. I'm Chip Wollingsworth and this is weather on the 18s. For days the updates were the same. Bundle up sheep and sheepettes. It's gonna be a brisk one out there and we've got wind gusts up to 35. There was no end in s. But in the midst of this bone chilling cold, Lamden felt grateful in addition to freezing because each night when the sun dropped from view, he boarded an enchanted sleep train that was reliably warm and dry and lulled him to sleep with its charming performances. So when the final school bell rang out, he packed up his things alongside his classmates.

[Kaden]

My mom just finished knitting me new mittens. Oh, that's nice. Yeah, I can't wait to wear them to bed tonight.

[Rhea]

Headed out of the drafty school to the icy outdoors and made his way home with a heart filled with anticipation and gratitude for the peaceful night to come. He spent the afternoon reading with a flashlight beneath a hastily constructed fort made of chairs draped with thick blankets. At dinner, he sat shivering, sipping delicious turnip Stew for precisely 23 minutes until he was excused, at which time he beelined for his toothbrush. The sooner he boarded the sleep train, the better. He brushed his teeth for exactly two minutes and not a second more. At his dresser, he selected his thickest fleece pajamas. Hold on. The sleep train will be toasty warm. I don't want to be sweating. He refolded them and selected a set of practical midweight flannel pajamas. He pushed the dresser drawer shut and turned to see his Bedroom. Looking normal and fine, he made his way to his bed, reached out a hoof towards his pillow and shivered. This was not the continuous there is no escape from the constant cold type of shivering shivering he'd been doing all day. No, this was an acute onset I am suddenly an ice cube kind of shiver. Then he heard it. The whistling wind. Lambden turned just in time to see a paper whisked into the air and out his bedroom window. His open window. Bedroom window, huh? Lambdon strode over and slammed it shut. Through the glass, he watched the paper spiral out of sight and disappear into the dark. Must have been a page of my homework, he thought. Wait. I know this window was closed. He whirled around. Someone's been here. Lambdin's mind went to the sleep crew, the team that ran his beloved sleep train, the team that had unusual business practices. But everything was in its place. His bed was made with the blanket folded. His pillow looked puffed up and inviting. The action figures he kept on the shelf were all accounted for. Hang on. I didn't make my bed this morning. There was only one sheep who would make his bed and fluff his pillow. Mom must have tidied up and opened the window to let in some fresh air. She's always doing stuff like that. He shivered again, and it reminded him he had somewhere to be. Somewhere warm. Lamden went to his bed, peeled back his pillow, and there was his gleaming button. He stretched out a hoof and pressed the button. A great swirling cloud streamed upwards.

[Martine]

Good evening, Martine. Those are fetching ear warmers you have on.

[Rhea]

The first thing Lamden noticed as he rounded the bend in the train tunnel into which he'd fallen was that it was freezing. Can't wait for my blanket. The next thing he noticed was the sweaters. Every sleepy animal in the line, snaking away from a set of stairs attached to the old fashioned train waiting on the tracks, was wearing a sweater over pajamas. The only exception was a porcupine who, for obvious reasons, must have had a difficult time wearing anything at all. And now, as Lambdan joined the line, there was another exception. Him.

[Martine]

Welcome aboard, Cliff.

[Rhea]

Did you happen to get that sweater.

[Martine]

At Fleece and Fur on Main?

[Kaden]

I did, yes. I tell every gopher they use quality materials. They really do. And they manufacture everything, right?

[Martine]

That's nice, Cliff. Watch your step.

[Rhea]

Even the towering moose wore a bright red cardigan buttoned to the collar. Why all the sweaters? Lamden wondered as he approached the head of the line. What's going on?

[Martine]

Welcome aboard, Lamden. You are looking very serious about your sleep tonight, especially with that furrowed brow of yours.

[Rhea]

But Lambton dear, the moose said, blinking rapidly, why ever aren't you wearing a sweater? She peered down at him with a look of concern, almost alarm, as if his sweaterless state presented a kind of insurmountable obstacle. I didn't know I had to. But didn't you get the memo? Lambdon squinted.

[Martine]

The mem Lamdin. It is imperative that you read any and all memoranda issued from our office. Today it's a sweater. Tomorrow it could be an oxygen tank.

[Rhea]

Now hold on. I didn't even receive a He was cut off by a chime.

[Martine]

Step aboard, please, Lamden. We do have a schedule to keep. I'll have Martlebeast scrounge up a spare sweater from the storage car.

[Rhea]

The moose nudged him forward.

[Martine]

There you are.

[Rhea]

And he stumbled up the stairs. It was as he crossed the threshold into the sleep train cabin that he realized why he'd missed the all important memo. It had been the memo, not a page from his homework, that had sailed out his bedroom window. A window that had been opened not by his mother but by a sleep crew employee. The train was half full. Lambden could have taken a seat wherever he wanted. Only he didn't want to. It was freezing. No wonder I was supposed to bring a sweater. He gripped his arms around himself in a hug and shivered. His practical midweight pajamas did nothing. The cold air seemed to stream right through them. Excuse me, said a large pig behind him. The pig shuffled forward, knocking lambdan so that he half fell into a seat. He nodded at the sweatered cat in the next seat. The heating system must be on the fritz. Oh, it is, the cat said.

[Kaden]

Sorry, were you talking yourself?

[Rhea]

I was, but please go on.

[Kaden]

I guess you didn't get the memo.

[Rhea]

The cat said, glancing at Lambden's sweaterless torso. I didn't have the chance to see it.

[Kaden]

Well, they said to bring a sweater. Went on about how studies have shown.

[Rhea]

Animals sleep better in colder temperatures. Sounds about right.

[Kaden]

Then in tiny little letters at the bottom it said, the maintenance team is hard at work debugging the heating system. I don't know what kind of bugs they are.

[Rhea]

Uh huh. Lambdon had been freezing for days on end. He had hidden under blankets at home during the walks to school. His face had gone so numb it did not regain feeling until second period. No, he thought, rising from his seat, his teeth chattering. I will not do this. Then he did something he had never done before. He headed for the exit.

[Martine]

Guess hello. We'll be leaving from the station momentarily. And remember, seeing one's own breath is a gift.

[Rhea]

We should all Lambdon tried the door, and to his great surprise, it swung open, revealing the stairs leading to the now empty station platform. He skipped down to the platform, even did an awkward twirl. He was free and freezing, but he was free. The train's wheels turned and it gained speed, rolling away from him. He watched it vanish around a curve. Oh dear, what have I done? For a long moment he was frozen in place because he had no idea what to do. He had never returned to his bedroom from the Sleep Train tunnel. Think. There's gotta be a way. There's gotta be a this is the way.

[Kaden]

Come now, everyone. We're almost there.

[Rhea]

Lambdin stiffened at the approaching sound of an exuberant voice coupled with clackety heels. A uniformed ostrich came into view with about two dozen pajama clad animals in tow. Sleep Train regulars like Delilah the rabbit clutching her mist machine with both paws. Others a tortoise, a poodle, a prairie dog. Lamden recognized them all. The ostrich led the group over to Lamden, looked him up and down and.

[Kaden]

Said, looks like you beat us here. I love punctuality. Like my grammy always said, the early ostrich gets the whole termite hill now.

[Rhea]

She said, turning to address the assembled animals.

[Kaden]

I'm glad to see at least one.

[Rhea]

Of you read the memo.

[Kaden]

Just look at his practical midweight pajamas.

[Rhea]

She's talking about me, Lambdin thought. She thinks I read her memoir. She thinks I'm supposed to be here. He racked his brain to come up with a question that might result in him learning what exactly was going on and at the same time might not reveal. He had no idea what was going on. But before he could say anything at all, a small shuttle zipped around the bend and came to an abrupt stop on the train tracks.

[Kaden]

Doors are opening.

[Rhea]

Its doors swished open and the ostrich ushered the group aboard. Lamdin hung back, uncertain. Once everyone was inside, the ostrich stretched her head through the doors.

[Kaden]

Let's go, Mr. Punctual Launch is in two minutes. I promise it's safe and warm and well, it's not every night you get to board the Sleep Sky Rail.

[Rhea]

Lambden barely heard the word sky rail. He was focused on the word warm.

[Kaden]

Doors are closing.

[Rhea]

He leapt aboard. Just as the doors swished shut, the shuttle zoomed off down the tunnel. It brought them to an outdoor train platform, on the other side of which an empty gondola car sat waiting for passengers. The towering moose stood at the ready. With such a small group, the line moved quickly.

[Martine]

Lamdin, you are looking serious about your sleep tonight. And just look at those practical midweight pajamas. They are positively made for this occasion.

[Rhea]

Lambdin had many questions for the moose. How were you here if I just saw you at the sleep train? Where am I? And where is this sky rail taking me? Which memo blew out my window earlier today? But he knew he'd get lackluster answers, and anyway, there was no time.

[Martine]

Lambda, we are launching in a mere.

[Rhea]

43 seconds, and he was still shivering. He boarded the gondola and found a seat next to an anteater. Hello. Howdy. It was warm inside the Sky Rail gondola car. Mercifully warm. Lamden felt the tension seep out of his shoulders as he nestled into his seat. A squirrel sat on his other side and settled in with a hardcover book. The cabin filled quickly. There were only 12 seats, half the passengers loaded. Into the next car, Martleby appeared, his paws piled with blankets. Fuzzy, weighted, or cozy? Crocheted wool? Weighted, please. Crocheted wool. Thank you kindly.

[Kaden]

Well, please. Thank you.

[Rhea]

The sky rail gondola eased forward, then upward. On its roof was a clamp that gripped a steel cable held up by towers at points in the distance. The cable moved, carrying the gondola along with it. Delilah, seated across the car, fired up her mist machine, sending a floral fragrance through the cabin. It had all happened so fast. One minute he'd recklessly escaped the sleep train, the next he was aboard an entirely different vehicle. The moose, seated in the other gondola car spoke through the speakers mounted in the corners, imploring them to relax, drink.

[Martine]

Up that dazzling starlit sky, and to.

[Rhea]

Take in the incredible sights. And they were incredible. The sky rail took them up a good 200ft off the ground. Above them was the moonless night sky below the warm lights of houses and villages after days of frigid cold. Lambden was so warm and at ease he barely noticed the first performance. Owls came swooping out of the night, carrying buckets, the handles between their beaks.

[Martine]

We hope you enjoy this one of a kind show from the pirouetting pufferfish.

[Rhea]

I must be sleepier than I thought, lamden murmured, yawning. Pretty sure those are owls. But the pufferfish soon revealed themselves, leaping out of the buckets and twirling in the air before splashing back down.

[Martine]

Whoa.

[Kaden]

I don't understand how this is happening.

[Rhea]

One frantic ferret couldn't handle it.

[Kaden]

The Water in those buckets could freeze to ice. This is a completely impractical performance.

[Rhea]

But most of the passengers, Lambdin included, snuggled beneath their blankets and let themselves be lulled by the strange performance. The owl swooped in wide arcs between the two suspended gondola cars. The pufferfish leaped over and over in time with serene music until the sky rail began moving once more and the music drifted away into the night. The sky rail gondola darkened as it left the performance behind, and the squirrel to Lambdin's left flicked on a portable reading light. It ruffled the feathers of a nearby cockatoo.

[Kaden]

Would you turn that off? We're trying to relax.

[Rhea]

But the squirrel was indignant.

[Kaden]

I cannot fall asleep without my book, and I cannot read my book without my light.

[Rhea]

Lambdin ignored it. He focused instead on the coziness of his seat and the beauty of the world outside the car. Through the enormous windows he could see the rolling countryside far below and stars winking in the distance.

[Martine]

Guess hello. I'm certain you are reaching new heights of drowsiness, but I urge you to pinch yourself awake for the resplendent, the bioluminescent, the lullaby singing lacewings.

[Rhea]

The anteater to Lambden's right sat up straighter in his seat. The squirrel read her book with the aid of her reading light. Lamden stared out the window. The passengers heard the lacewings before they saw them. Wow.

[Kaden]

They're talented.

[Rhea]

You might be wondering at this point what lacewings are exactly. So was the frantic ferret.

[Kaden]

What are these things? What can we expect them to do at this?

[Rhea]

The anteater to Lamden's right sat up even straighter. Lacewings are winged insects of the family Chrysopidae, known for their excellent management of garden pests. Also known for being malodorous.

[Kaden]

What does that mean? It means stinky.

[Rhea]

But they're outside, the anteater went on, so we likely won't get a whiff. Well, that's a relief. Outside the sky rail car, a sparkling swarm of lacewings flew in formation, creating a shimmery wave like image as they circled in the air between the suspended cars. Yawns went up throughout the cabin and the passengers sank into their seats, their eyelids heavy. The ferret, for his part, was still displeased.

[Kaden]

What are you, some kind of expert?

[Rhea]

In fact, I am, the anteater said, puffing up a bit. I'm an entomologist by training. Now then, these specimens here glow in the dark, which is highly unusual, and as a rule Lacewings do not sing. So this is clearly a case of. The anteater's lecture was interrupted by the frantic ferret.

[Kaden]

What are they doing? We're being surrounded.

[Rhea]

At the ferret's outburst, the passengers popped awake one by one and stared out the window. Huh? Lambdin, too, sat up and took notice. The lacewings appeared to abandon their performance altogether and began attaching themselves to the windows of the gondola car. The speakers crackled to life, further startling the now wide awake passengers.

[Martine]

Uh, guess. Hello. Isn't that lovely? Our dear lacewings want to say hello up close to those passengers in the first car. All planned, of course. A completely planned little interlude that we know you'll enjoy.

[Rhea]

No one paid the towering moose any mind. The animals were too focused on the blanket of lacewings plastered on every square inch of the gondola's windows, blotting out the stars, the sky, the villages below, everything.

[Kaden]

What's going on?

[Martine]

I am mildly alarmed by this. I mean, I am wildly alarmed by this.

[Rhea]

The only animal that did not seem to notice this turn of events was the squirrel beside Lamden, who continued to read her hardcover book with the help of her portable reading light. Ah. The anteater groaned, taking notice. It's that reading light. Lacewings are attracted to artificial light, especially on a moonless night such as this one.

[Kaden]

Oh, I'm learning so much today.

[Rhea]

But when the nearby cockatoo reached over to switch off the light, the squirrel was indignant.

[Kaden]

I simply cannot sleep without my book.

[Rhea]

She gripped her book and reading light as if they were weapons she might soon brandish. Meantime, the towering moose got wind of the situation.

[Martine]

Turn out the light. I repeat, turn out the light.

[Kaden]

Somebody do something.

[Rhea]

Cried the ferret frantically. Lambdin, who until now had expected the squirrel to realize that shooing away thousands of bugs was more important than her book, finally understood he'd have to do something. He grabbed the squirrel's blanket and tossed it over her, the book and the light. For a moment, everyone held their breath. Then the ferret shouted, the light is.

[Kaden]

Coming through the crocheted wall.

[Rhea]

Which was 100% true. The squirrel's blanket was much too porous to block the reading light. The lacewings did not move from their positions on the windows. We need something opaque, the anteater said gruffly. Lamden glanced around. It seemed that every passenger had chosen a crocheted wool blanket, except for him. He'd chosen his usual a cozy, weighted blanket that was perfectly opaque. Lamden did not want to give up his blanket. He had daydreamed of this blanket all day at school. He was nestled so warmly beneath it, and yet he had to give up his blanket or else no one in the Sky Rail's gondola car would get a wink of sleep. Lamden grasped his lovely blanket and draped it over the squirrel, who did not seem to mind so long as she had her precious book and reading light within. The gondola car was plunged into darkness, with the light suddenly shielded from view and the lacewings still blocking the night sky. Slowly, one by one at first, then all at once, the lacewings dropped away from the glass and fell back into their wavelike, rippling dance.

[Kaden]

Whoa.

[Rhea]

The darkness gave way to a brilliantly starry night sky. Calming music once more filtered through the speakers, and the passengers around Lambden began nodding off. He wondered whether he would ever fall asleep, given that he no longer had a blanket. After all, this night had been one of firsts. First time leaving the Sleep Train, first time boarding the Sleep Sky Rail. Perhaps it would be the first time he'd fail to drift to sleep on one of his nightly outings. If only I had a blanket, he thought doubtfully. Just as the thought came to him, he felt something drape over him. Lamden opened an eye to see the anteater spreading his crocheted blanket over the both of them. Thank you. Don't mention it. They were both only half covered, but it was enough.

[Martine]

Guess hello. Wasn't that just invigorating? Studies do show that sleep quality is.

[Rhea]

Best After Lambdin settled warm in his seat. If there was a third performance, he had no idea what it involved. His mind quieted. I'm Chip Wollingsworth and this is weather on the 18s. Lamden awakened slowly, in no rush to face yet another frigid walk to school. Rise and shine, sheep and sheepettes. It's gonna be a gorgeous sunny day with temperatures in the upper 40s. That's right. You can toss your parkas out the window and grab a sweater because it's gonna be a warm one. 40s sweater. Warm lambdan bolted upright in bed. It was dark, but there was a whisper of light at the tree line, and the chill had gone from his bedroom. Now a quick word from our sponsor, soccer parent. A jiffy Lambden clicked off the radio and bounded from bed. At his dresser, he selected a practical midweight sweater. Then he ran downstairs to greet the day. I hope you loved this story. Little Stories for Tiny People is written, performed, and produced by me, Rhea Pechter My in house Tech Director Peter K. Runs my website and puts my stories on the Internet for all of you to enjoy. To unlock the full Little Stories library, and to access Little Stories for sleep, you can join or gift a subscription to Little Stories Premium by visiting littlestoriespremium.com thank you to Kaden for the super important reminder message at the beginning and thank you to the Premium subscribers who supplied sound effects used in this story. Thank you to Beatrix, Charlie, Pippa, Scott, Sunny, Lucia, Selene, Frieda, Amethyst, Holden, Alon, Zachary, Olivia, Benny, Jonathan, Nyla, Idris, Iman, Julian, Jada, Harper, Sidra, Lennon, Beckett, Austin, Ada, and Hannah. And thank you, as always, for listening in.