Beezley reached her little makeshift bed and fluffed up the pillow that was there. She fluffed it into a big ball of a pillow and then straightened out her covers. "Beezley is sleepy, Toddles," she said. "Beezley has a big day tomorrow, and so does Toddles. The studentsies come tomorrow, and elfsies must sleep now." Lots of cooking to do soon. Lots and lots and lots of cooking.