Arnie the Armadillo lost his pillow!

Arnie the Armadillo loves to sleep. If he could, he'd sleep all week!

I'm sure you could hear him if you listen close, his snout goes "sniff sniff sniffle" as he has a doze

But Arnie the Armadillo lost his pillow. Where did it go?

Maybe his friend, the crow, might know?

"Carly, have you seen my Pillow?" Arnie tried.

"I sleep in a nest, have you tried the shrew?" Carly sighed,

Arnie shook his head and said, "Thank you"

Arnie scuttled on, his snout went "huff-huff"

As Sally the Shrew came into view.

"Sally, have you seen my pillow?" Arnie said.

"I sleep near the bog. Why don't you ask the frog?"

Arnie nodded and moved along; his snout went "grum-grum"

"Freddie, have you found my pillow?" Arnie asked

Freddie shook his head, "It's not in my den, why not ask the hen?"

Arnie grew sad. Was his pillow truly lost?

He shuffled back home with a little "eep-eep, I just want my pillow so I can go to sleep"

He arrived at his home, and he couldn't believe it; his pillow was right there, right where he left it!

"I washed your pillow, Arnie. I hope you don't mind" His mother came over from behind.

"I'm just glad it's safe. It's time to sleep"