"I was lying in my bed; it was already late at night, No dreams arrived, though my eyes were shut tight. I turned over my pillow and I turned it once more, But I was still wide awake just like I was before. In this tale, a young boy is finding it hard to sleep. He remembers what his grandma told him; if you have difficulty sleeping try to count sheep. He imagines a meadow with clouds and a bridge over a river upon which there was a flock of sheep...