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These weren't ordinary cranberries. They grew deep in the sunken marshes, hidden under a blanket of moss. While normal cranberries were bright red and firm, these glowed with a faint, pulsing violet light. They were said to hold the "essence of heavy eyelids."

As the mist traveled over the rooftops of nearby houses and into the dens of hibernating bears, everyone who breathed it in felt a sudden, irresistible urge to yawn. Their pillows felt softer, their blankets felt warmer, and their dreams began to smell faintly of sweet, tart cranberries. sleepypie_cranberries-OoucEL3Q.mp4

The Sleepy Pie climbed into its own little bed of thistledown, gave one final, tiny yawn, and fell fast asleep, knowing the world was tucked in tight. These weren't ordinary cranberries