In his strange new room on his big new bed, Brody tosses and turns, holding his stuffed dragon named Horst. His parents can't help him fall asleep, so he has no choice to go out and search for a better bed. Is it a squirrel's nest? A cloud? A rowboat on a pond? No, the moon is too bright, and the croaking frogs are too loud, so there's nothing for it but to go back home and jump into his big ne…
Three tiny ducks. One straight line. New, happy flock. All feeling fine. Until, that is, the last duckling sinks when she should swim. Let's try that again... and again and again.