Upstairs in the little boy's bedroom, the little white bed heard. It was waiting for the boy. It was all warm and cozy. Its cover was tucked back to welcome him. Its pillow was full of dreams. It was going to tell the boy stories when he fell asleep.
When the little boy said what he did, the little white bed felt very sad. It decided to go away. The little white bed rolled out of its corner. It rolled out of the little boy's room and down the hall. It rolled along until it came to the front stairs. Then the little white bed started down the stairs.
