Ruffles needs a quiet and cosy place to hide from the scary thunderstorm, but nowhere is quite right. Not the chair . . . not the box . . . not the towel . . . not the bucket . . . not the laundry basket . . . and not the mat. Perhaps there's one place where the loud, night noises don't seem so bad. Of course! Ruffles' very own cosy, cosy bed!