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The Pajama Knight

Once upon a time, in a cozy kingdom where stars twinkled like nightlights and the moon wore a sleepy smile, there lived a most unusual knight. His name was Sir Snorealot, and unlike other knights who wore armor and fought dragons, he wore fuzzy pajamas and carried a bedtime book instead of a sword.

Sir Snorealot wasn’t brave in the way others thought knights should be. He didn’t gallop into battle or shout in thunderous voices. Instead, he tiptoed through the halls of Dreamshire Castle, making sure everyone had a pillow, a bedtime snack, and sweet dreams.

His helmet was a woolly sleep cap. His shield? A fluffy blanket. And his trusty steed was a rocking horse named Marshmallow.

Every night, Sir Snorealot had an important mission: to chase away bad dreams from the kingdom’s children. If a nightmare sneaked into someone’s sleep, he’d leap out of his bed, grab his Dream Dust Pouch, and ride Marshmallow into the night.

One cold evening, Princess Lullabelle couldn’t sleep. A dark dream cloud had crept into her room, swirling with shadows and silly monster giggles. She hid under her covers, shivering.

But just then—poof!—Sir Snorealot burst through her door, tossing sparkles of dream dust into the air. “Not tonight, Mr. Nightmare!” he said in his soft but mighty voice.

The dream cloud growled. “You can’t stop me with glitter!”

Sir Snorealot smiled. “This isn’t glitter. It’s giggle dust.”

With a flick of his pajama sleeve, he sprinkled more dust, and the cloud began to laugh… and laugh… until it faded into a puff of marshmallow fluff.

Princess Lullabelle giggled too. “Thank you, Sir Snorealot.”

“All in a night’s work,” he yawned. “Now, back to sleep. The stars are waiting.”

And so, the Pajama Knight tucked her in, tiptoed back to his room, and climbed under his blanket fortress. As he drifted off to sleep, the kingdom sighed with peace.

From that night on, the children of Dreamshire knew they were safe. Because while the world snored softly, one knight in pajamas kept watch — guarding dreams and turning snores into smiles.

The end.

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