Meet the Little Sleepyhead, who lives back when the world is so young that the rocks are little pebbles and the chicks are still in their eggs. He's tired from playing all day. Where will he sleep? Not in the tickly grass, and not on the slippery lily pads. Not on a bumpy tree branch, and not even on a great pillow of a bear. Finally, with the help of the wind and some special friends, the Little Sleepyhead finds what he needs.This humorous story about the creation of the first bed&150and the arrival of a sweet hug&150is illustrated in rich pastel tones and textures sure to send other little sleepyheads into blissful reverie.