The sun was melting into the hills like butter when Sam came to visit Daisy the cow. But the whole farm was far too noisy for bedtime. “Mooo,” sighed Daisy.

“Nobody here will go to sleep, and I am ever so tired.”

Over in the sty, the piglets were having a snorty, snuffly disco. “Oink-oink-OINK!” they squealed, rolling in the mud and kicking up their little trotters.

“We’re not sleepy!” they giggled. “Not even one tiny bit!”