It was a moonlit night at E.Z Airlines and all the airplanes were already sound asleep, except for one plane- Tracy. She was feeling restless and unable to stop thinking long enough to fall asleep. So, the little pink jet went to the magic mirror and she found herself staring into Prince Duffy's gentle face.

"Hello, Tracy," The prince greeted kindly. "How may I help you tonight?"

"I can't sleep, Your Highness." The pink jet admitted. "I can't stop thinking."

"What about, Tracy?" Prince Duffy inquired softly.

"I just keep thinking about tomorrow." Tracy yawned. "I like it when its day and I can go outside with my friends. But I can't do that at night, and I'm having trouble sleeping."

"I see." The prince replied gravely. "Well, as you are aware, my subjects and I have an earlier bedtime than you do, and we do sometimes have trouble falling asleep too. I shall go through some ways we use to sleep and then you can try some ideas and see if they work."

"Oh thank you!" Tracy exclaimed happily. "That would be wonderful!"

"The first idea I have is listening to some soothing music." The royal, lime green skywriter told her. "Do you have something to listen to music with?"

"The closest I have is Brenda Blue's radio, but it's always kept in her workshop, and she locks it up at night." Tracy replied sadly.

"I see. Never mind- I still have other ideas we can try. The next idea I will suggest is counting sheep. Imagine you are in a field, and you see loads of sheep. Try and count how many you see."

Tracy thought the idea would work, so she agreed to give it an attempt. She imagined herself in a green field one sunny day, and she saw sheep running round the field. They reminded her of fluffy golf balls going round in circles.

She counted one sheep, two sheep, three, four, and five...

Unfortunately for Tracy, she lost count after a while, and became upset that she could not count the correct number of sheep in the field. "I lost count of the sheep- I'm sorry Your Highness!" She cried, as she went back to the mirror.

"Please don't be sorry, Tracy. I'm the one who is sorry- that technique is meant to be relaxing, but I hadn't realised that would happen." The prince replied gloomily. "It's not your fault."

Tracy still felt bad she had lost count of the sheep, so Prince Duffy calmly tried to talk to her about something else instead so that she could take her mind off her scenario.

"Have you been busy lately Tracy?" He asked her in a reassuring voice.

"Yes- I delivered a load of hay to Farmer Ben's farm with Jay Jay yesterday," Tracy reflected. She smiled at the memory. "Yesterday was a good day-I played Leap Frog with Herky, Snuffy and Jay, and then Jay and I went to Farmer Ben's with the delivery after lunch, and Brenda Blue taught me a new song."

"Can you remember what the words are?" The prince asked her curiously.

"Not all of them, but I can remember a little bit." Tracy answered. "Do you want me to sing?"

"If you don't mind Tracy, I'd love to hear you sing."

So Tracy took a deep breath, and then another. After taking a third deep breath she began to quietly sing the words she could remember of the new song;

"Oh little nightingale, plain as can be,

Yet still sings sweet to me!

Oh sweet little plain bird of night,

Please don't flee or fly in fright,

I shall keep ye safe,

And may the Moon's maternal gaze

Keep you near, and nearer still to me."

She finished the verse and looked at Prince Duffy, who was smiling happily.

"You sing beautifully Tracy." He smiled earnestly. "I enjoyed hearing you sing."

"Thank you, Your Highness." Tracy smiled broadly. She prided herself on her singing as much as she prided herself on her flying.

The prince pondered for a moment. "Actually, Tracy, what you did before you began singing gave me an idea on how to help you sleep."

"What is it?" The little pink plane questioned hopefully. She really needed to sleep!

"Have you ever heard of meditation?" Prince Duffy asked.

"No...What is it?"

"It's a breathing exercise which you use to bring peace to a troubled mind. It is very effective in helping many people sleep- in fact, I use it myself."

"Does it always work?"

"Most of the time- now would you like to try meditation?"

"Yes please!"

"Okay then- now close your eyes, and breathe deeply. Don't focus on anything other than the meditation, or else it wouldn't work. Okay?"

"Okay." As Tracy closed her eyes and began to breathe deeply, she noticed that other thoughts were on her mind – like racing Jay Jay, admiring Snuffy's sky drawings and going to Smiling Meadows to talk to Breezy the Butterfly.

But she pushed the thoughts aside. She didn't want to think about that right now- Prince Duffy had warned her to only focus on the meditation. So she did.

Then, she felt something strange happen - her thoughts were slowing down, and with each deep breath she took, she found herself getting drowsier, and she was finding it harder to fight to keep herself from falling asleep right there and then. She opened her eyes and looked at the prince.

"Your Highness," the little pink jet yawned sleepily. "I think it's working. I'm getting sleepy."

"I'm very glad to hear it Tracy. Now you better get to sleep- you have a busy day tomorrow and you'll need the rest for it." He replied, with a smile on his face.

"Thank you, Your Highness." Tracy smiled sleepily. "I will. Goodnight."

"Goodnight Tracy. Sweet dreams." The benevolent prince replied, with a soft, tender smile on his face and gentleness in his eyes.

As Tracy reversed away from the mirror, the image of her friend faded, and she smiled as she made her way back to the hangar. "Prince Duffy's a good friend." She murmured to herself. "I'm glad he's always there to help us out, no matter what the problem is."