Once upon a time, on a peaceful farm nestled between whispering trees and rolling hills, lived a gentle nanny goat named Nia.

Nia had three curious little kids, Gus, Gigi, and Grem. All day they ran, jumped, and bleated with joy. But when the moon climbed into the sky and the stars blinked awake, the kids would snuggle close to their mother.

That’s when Nia became more than just Mama Goat.
At night, she was their Nighttime Nanny Goat, the best storyteller in the meadow.

The Blanket of Stars

“Tell us a story, Mama!” the kids cried, wrapping themselves in soft hay. Nia smiled and began, “Long ago, the stars were scattered like seeds in the sky by a magical sheepdog who loved the dark…”

The kids listened, eyes wide and hearts calm, as Nia spun tales of sleepy owls, glowing moons, and clouds that carried dreams. As she spoke, the stars above twinkled a little brighter, as if they too wanted to hear her gentle voice.

When the Wind Sings Softly

Some nights, the wind would whistle gently through the barn.

Those were Nia’s favorite times to tell her softest stories, like “The Lullaby Leaves,” where breezes sang songs to baby bunnies, and “The Moon Who Lost Her Glow,” a tale of how kindness can light the sky.

Her voice grew slow, like the rustle of leaves, and even the farm cat crept closer to listen. The kids didn’t say a word. They just listened… and breathed.