Pigúiça's new bed was as blue as her eyes, as fluffy as a cloud, and it came with a pillow shaped like a bone. It was the prettiest bed on all of Dogavios. And it was always empty.
Because every night, right at bedtime, Pigúiça grabbed her bone pillow and tiptoed over to Fofuxo's bed. She climbed up, turned around three times, and curled up against his tummy.
Fofuxo loved her very much. But Pigúiça kicked in her sleep. She kicked his ear, his nose, his tail. One night she dreamed she was chasing a butterfly and pushed Fofuxo right off the bed.
“Pigúiça,” he said the next morning, with one ear flipped inside out. “I think it's time you tried out your own bed.” “But I'll be all alone there,” she said quietly.
That night, the two of them went to the meadow near the tree with the little lights. The sky was full of stars. Suddenly, a shooting star zipped across the sky, zoom, leaving a sparkly trail behind it.
“Make a wish!” said Fofuxo. Pigúiça squeezed her eyes shut. “I wish I didn't feel lonely in my own bed,” she said.
On the way back, Fofuxo had an idea. He helped Pigúiça drag her blue bed over by the window. From there she could see the whole sky, and also the door to his room, right across the hall.
Then he picked up a smooth little pebble from the garden, the kind that hums softly, and set it next to the bone pillow. “It sings all night long,” he said. “And if you knock on the wall three times, I'll knock three times back.”
Pigúiça lay down. Her bed really was fluffy. The pebble hummed, hmmm, hmmm, nice and slow. Outside the window, the stars twinkled, and a smiling cloud floated by and waved.
Still, she wanted to test it. Knock, knock, knock, she tapped on the wall. And from the other side came the answer: knock, knock, knock. Pigúiça smiled in the dark. He was there. Close by. Just in his own bed.
She watched the sky, waiting for another shooting star. She waited a little while. She waited a little longer. Her eyelids grew heavy, and the pebble kept on singing.
Then she noticed something. Her wish had come true. She was in her own bed, and she didn't feel lonely at all. She had the stars, the pebble, the window, and the knock, knock, knock on the other side of the wall.
Pigúiça hugged her bone pillow, stretched out her paws without kicking anyone, and let out a long, long yawn.
And she slept the whole night through, warm and cozy in her blue bed. On the other side of the wall, Fofuxo slept too, with both ears right where they belonged.
