In the cozy town of Sleepy Hollow, there lived a little boy named Benny who was anything but mellow. When bedtime came, he would dance and prance, refusing to sleep, taking every chance.

His Mom and Dad tried to reason and plead, but Benny just giggled and continued to mislead. 'I'm not sleepy,' he would say, 'I want to play and have some fun tonight, okay?'

The clock struck nine, then ten, and eleven, but Benny's energy seemed to be heaven-sent. 'I can't shut my eyes, there's so much to explore!' he yelled, bouncing on the floor.

But then, in the quiet of the night, a sound so gentle and soft took flight. It was a lullaby, so sweet and fair, that made Benny stop and stare.

He felt his eyelids getting heavy and slow, as the lullaby lulled him with its gentle flow. 'I'm ready for bed, Mom and Dad,' he said, as he snuggled under the covers instead.

And so in Sleepy Hollow, the bedtime fight was won, as Benny dreamt under the moon and the sun. With a yawn and a smile, he drifted away, ready for dreams in the land of play.