Milo padded into his little room and blinked at the moonlight on the floor. His bed was tidy. His pillow was fluffy. But his favorite Moonlight Blanket was not where he had left it. Milo looked under the pillow. He looked beside the bed. He even peeked behind the stool. No blanket. He hugged his tiny blue scarf and whispered, "Hmm. That feels a little strange."