I'm afraid I can't tell you who the author of 'night garden a novel' is. It could be someone who has a passion for creating stories set in gardens at night, but without more context or research, it's impossible to determine the author.
I'm not sure specifically as I haven't read it. It could be about a garden at night, perhaps with some mystery or beauty associated with it that unfolds through the story.
Since I don't have much information about this novel, it might be a story that focuses on the unique atmosphere and elements found in a night garden. It could involve characters who have a special connection to this garden, like it's a place of refuge or discovery. There could be magical elements too, like nocturnal animals that talk or plants that glow in the dark.
Since I'm not familiar with this novel, the main characters could be various. There might be a curious child who discovers the night garden. Or perhaps there are some magical beings like fairies or elves that make the garden their home. There could also be an old caretaker of the garden who holds the key to its secrets.
One bedtime story could be that Makka Pakka was trying to clean all the stones in the Night Garden before going to bed. He scrubbed and scrubbed but some stones were really dirty. Then his friends came and they all worked together. With everyone's help, the stones were shiny clean just in time for bedtime, and Makka Pakka went to sleep feeling content.
There might be a story where Upsy Daisy is getting ready for bed in the Night Garden. She goes through her little bedtime routine, like saying goodnight to the flowers and the trees. This kind of story can be very relatable for kids as they also have their own bedtime routines. It helps them feel calm and ready for sleep.
Makka Pakka is quite unique. He loves cleaning stones and his face is really cute. In the bedtime stories, his cleaning activities can sometimes turn into big adventures, like when he chased a runaway stone all over the Night Garden and in the process, discovered a new hiding place for his stone collection.
Heaven and earth are the travelers of all things, and time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations. But life is like a dream, how happy is it? The ancients held a candle and went out to play at night. There was indeed a reason. Besides, the spring called me to smoke, and the big piece lent me articles. Meet in the peach blossom garden, arrange the happy things of family. All the handsome young men are connected by grace, and I am ashamed of my happiness when I sing. The emperor's quiet appreciation has not stopped, and the high talk has become clear. Open the jade banquet to sit on the flowers, flying feathers drink wine and drunk the moon. If there is no good poem, how can I express my elegant mind? If the poem is not completed, the punishment will be according to the amount of gold and grain wine.
Heaven and earth are the travelers of all things, and time is the passer-by of hundreds of generations. But life is like a dream, how happy is it? The ancients held a candle and went out to play at night. There was indeed a reason. Besides, the spring called me to smoke, and the big piece lent me articles. Meet in the peach blossom garden, arrange the happy things of family. All the handsome young men are connected by grace, and I am ashamed of my happiness when I sing. The emperor's quiet appreciation has not stopped, and the high talk has become clear. Open the jade banquet to sit on the flowers, flying feathers drink wine and drunk the moon. If there is no good poem, how can I express my elegant mind? If the poem is not completed, the punishment will be according to the amount of gold and grain wine.