In the heart of the Great North Woods, where the air smells perpetually of pine needles and cold brook water, there lived a creature known only as the . Unlike a traditional pie you might find on a windowsill, this Sleepy Pie was a tiny, round puff of a spirit, covered in fur as white and soft as fresh flour.
As the mist traveled over the rooftops of nearby houses and into the dens of hibernating bears, everyone who breathed it in felt a sudden, irresistible urge to yawn. Their pillows felt softer, their blankets felt warmer, and their dreams began to smell faintly of sweet, tart cranberries. sleepypie_cranberries-OoucEL3Q.mp4
As it filled its basket, the spirit hummed a low, vibrating tune. This was the "Cranberry Lullaby." With every note, the surrounding woods grew quieter. The squirrels tucked their tails tighter; the owls stopped their hooting and tucked their beaks into their chest feathers. In the heart of the Great North Woods,