Every night before sleeping, a small rabbit named Pip would sit outside his burrow and try to count every single star scattered across the sky, determined to know exactly how many there were before morning came. He counted one, two, three, all the way up into the hundreds, but no matter how carefully he counted, new stars always seemed to appear, and he always lost track somewhere along the way. Frustrated, he asked his grandmother rabbit why he could never finish counting them all. She smiled and told him that some things in the world are not meant to be counted, only enjoyed, like stars, like dreams, and like the love between family. She suggested that instead of counting the stars, he simply pick his favorite one each night and imagine a wish floating up to it. Pip thought this sounded much nicer than counting, so that very night he chose a soft, twinkling star near the moon and whispered his wish for sweet dreams and a happy tomorrow. He found that watching just one star, rather than chasing every single one, filled him with a calm, peaceful feeling. From then on, Pip never tried counting the stars again, and every night he drifted easily into sleep with his one chosen star watching over him.
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