The sandman thought he had asleep the entire neighborhood when his path crosses that of three zigotos perfectly awake. But what are these three in the middle of the night? "Dorlidodo! Dorlidodo! It's time for you to go to bed, my little ones, "said the enchanter, blowing a handful of sand. "Ouch! How are you going? "Les Pyjamasques reply.
Sand, sheep, enchanted lullaby, the sandman tries everything in his power to put the imps to sleep, but nothing works.