Goodnight Fiona, in a field of green, danced with her gazelle, the prettiest ever seen. They twirled and whirled under the moon so bright, their laughter echoing through the starry night.

The gleeful gazelle leaped with glee, while Fiona followed with a skip and a spree. They hopped and bopped, their giggles abound, creating a melody of joyous sound.

To the rhythm of the night, they danced in a trance, spinning and grinning, giving life a chance. The breeze sang along with their playful display, as they pranced and danced till the break of day.

Goodnight Fiona whispered to her sweet friend, 'Time to rest, our delightful play must end.' The gazelle nodded with a tender smile, as they settled down in a cozy nook, snuggling for a while.

Under the blanket of stars, they found their peace, their dreams intertwining, as their worries ceased. Goodnight Fiona, the gazelle so grand, drifted off to dreamland, hand in hand.