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Little Niko, a soft, fluffy dog, was five years old. Tonight, as the gentle moonbeams kissed his window pane, he felt a tiny shiver. A silly, wobbly dream had tickled his sleep, making him a little afraid to close his eyes and drift off to dreamland.
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His loving mama sat beside him, stroking his soft fur. 'Shhh, my sweet pup,' she whispered, her voice like a gentle melody. 'Bad dreams flutter away like tiny moths into the night. You are safe and sound right here, close to me. Let's send those worries floating far, far away.'
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