Starlight: I love to peck my food! Peckedy peck, peck, peck, peck. I love to peck my feathers–peckedy peck.

Starlight: Hey Sunshine ! Stop pecking my pretty feathers! 

Sunshine: I’m not! I’ve decided not to peck you!

Starlight: Oh, never mind! 

Rosie: Hey, you guys–look!  Miss Barbara’s passing out scratch for us. Let’s go!

Sunshine: You know, you don’t have to be so specific! Anyway…….me first!

Rosie: “Not so fast, Sunshine! (Running as fast as her little legs will go.) Bulk, bulk, bulk! (Translation: Out of my way, Sunshine! Miss Barbara, Miss Barbara give me some of the food first!)

Rosie: Hi, Rocket, what are you doing?

Rocket: I am digging  my dirt bed for a dirt bath.

Rosie: So am I!

Rocket: OW! OW! OW!

Rosie: It’s Sunshine!

Sunshine: Move over Rocket. I want that hole, now move it! Peck, peck, peck.

Rocket: Here come Barbara.

Barbara: Hey, stop pecking Rocket!

Sunshine: Bye!

Every night the stars shine bright like a crystal in the dark.

Moonlight like the stars light — like the sun all night.

I call the stars and they help me read in the dark night.

I call it the starlight.