Once upon a time, as the sun tucked itself away behind the hills, a brave little boat named Fernando decided it was time for an adventure. "I'm going to find where the moonbeams sleep," he whispered to a little frog on the riverbank. With a gentle push, Fernando drifted onto the Whispering River, his tiny lantern casting a warm, golden glow on the sparkling, twilight water.

The river carried him softly along. He floated past glowing lily pads that looked like little green moons, and listened to the quiet, chirping lullaby of the crickets on the shore. The water murmured secrets as it lapped against his sides, telling tales of the sleepy fish dreaming below. Everything felt peaceful and magical, wrapped in the soft, blue blanket of the evening.

Soon, the Whispering River grew wider and slower... so very slow. The big, round moon climbed higher, spilling sleepy silver light all over the water. The moonbeams weren't hiding; they were dancing softly on the gentle waves. Fernando felt his little boat begin to rock... back and forth... back and forth. His eyelids felt heavy, like soft, velvet curtains.

He found a cozy little cove, where the water was perfectly still and lined with moss as soft as a pillow. He let out a tiny, sleepy yawn. The moonbeams settled around him like a warm blanket. It was time for a brave little boat to rest. Drifting in the quiet water, under the gentle moon, Fernando closed his eyes and floated into a wonderful, peaceful dream.