How the world was found
The journey ends where it began: in the children’s own garden. By day it is magic, full of honey bees and rose petals and the happiest of trees. Butterflies dance, flowers delight in the golden rays, birds take flight. They all have a secret to tell, because they know so well how to celebrate life.
Then night comes. The Wise Owl appears with a twit tw-ooooo. Unicorn Star peeks from behind a flower. Shhhhhhhhhh!, who is the sound of quiet itself, whispers among the strawberries. The same garden, in a different light.
At night the magic garden rests and sleeps. It is bedtime now. Toto falls asleep, and the garden keeps singing in his dreams.
“All eight worlds were always leading back to the garden. I wanted the last page to be a child asleep, safe, with the whole adventure tucked inside their dreams. Nothing you love disappears at bedtime. It goes on singing, quietly, until morning.”
Jaany
Draft for Jaany to replace in her own words: how this world came about, and what she hoped it would give a child.



