A Nap at Last UFLI Foundations Lesson 110
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Sloth was sleepy. Not just a little sleepy. Not stayed-up-too-late sleepy. Sloth was so sleepy his arms felt like noodles, his legs felt like jelly, and his eyes felt like two heavy rocks trying to roll right out of his head. 'I need a nap,' he yawned. 'Not just any nap. The biggest, longest, mightiest nap this jungle has ever seen. All I need is the perfect spot.'
Sloth spotted a tall tree with loads of branches. 'That's the one,' he whispered. 'I can feel it in my claws.' He gripped the trunk and started to climb. Slowly. Very, very slowly. Because that is how sloths do everything. But his eyes were full of hope, fixed on the bright sky, and his heart was full of dreams about the perfect nap.
High up on the trunk, Sloth found a branch with a perfect curve to it. Like a swing made of wood. He flipped upside down, hooked on with all four paws, and let out a long, happy sigh. 'This is it. This is the spot. Nothing could possibly go wrong.' He closed his eyes. He should not have said that.
Ow! Something big and wet clamped down on Sloth's back. Sloth looked up. A hungry Giraffe was chewing on him. 'Excuse me!' Sloth yelped. 'I am not a snack!' But the green moss on Sloth's fur did look an awful lot like leaves. Giraffe took one more nibble, just to be sure. 'Not. A. Snack!' Sloth scrambled higher up the tree. So much for that spot.
Sloth found a new branch, higher up, far from Giraffe and his hungry mouth. He hugged the trunk tight and smiled. Butterflies drifted past. A soft breeze tickled his fluffy fur. 'This is the spot,' he said. 'No Giraffe. No leaf mix-up. Just peace and quiet and the world's most perfect nap. Nothing could possibly go wrong.' He closed his eyes. Sloth really needed to stop saying that.
Buzz. A beehive. A lumpy, buzzing beehive, hanging from the very same branch. One bee landed on Sloth's nose. Then another on his chin. Then three more on his tummy. 'I am just going to... go,' Sloth whispered, slowly unhooking one paw at a time. 'Lovely hive. Very fine hive. Please do not sting me.'
Higher still, Sloth hugged the trunk and looked up. Something dangled from the branch above. Something long and thin and scaly. 'Is that... a tail?' Sloth squinted. It was a tail, all right. 'Hello?' he called. 'Is something attached to that tail? Friendly tail? Sleepy tail? Please-do-not-eat-me tail?'
Hiss! Snake uncoiled from the branch and shoved its face right into Sloth's. Fangs out. 'Taken!' Snake hissed. 'This branch is taken! I found this spot first! Go find another spot!' 'I am going!' said Sloth. And he scrambled up crazily fast. For a sloth, anyway.
Sloth could hardly keep his eyes open. His paws were sore. Sloth was so tired and worried he might never find his spot. Above him, a bird sat on one branch. But the branch just below? Empty. Free. Bright. 'Please,' Sloth whispered. 'Please let this be the spot. I will not say that thing about nothing going wrong. I just want to sleep.'
'Caw-caw! Caw-caw! Caw-caw!' Bird threw back its head and screamed at the sky again and again. Sloth hung upside down, one eye twitching. 'Bird. Is it like this all day?' 'Caw-caw!' Bird replied noisily. 'I will take that as a yes,' said Sloth.
There was only one place left. The very tip-top of the tree. Sloth climbed the last stretch on nothing but tired paws and one big dream. He wrapped all four paws around the trunk. He settled into a blanket of soft, green leaves. No Giraffe. No bees. No snakes. No birds. Just sky and quiet. Sloth closed his eyes. And this time, he kept them closed.
As the sun set, the tree filled up for the night. Sloth snoozed at the very top, happy at last. Bird perched in the middle, growing sleepy. Snake coiled on a lower branch, still grumpy. Giraffe stood at the bottom, staring up with a long face. 'Where am I supposed to nap?' said Giraffe. Nobody replied. They were all asleep. Well. All but the bees.
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