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Chester and the Crystallized Growl
Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Chester the bear was famous throughout the forest. Not for his fishing skills, or his honey recipes, but for his magnificent, deep, earth-shaking growl. It was a sound that made acorns fall off trees and rabbits politely hold their ears.
One misty morning, Chester woke up, stretched his giant paws, and decided to give his usual greeting to the rising sun. He took a huge breath and pushed the sound out.
What came out was not a growl, but a sound that can only be described as a meek, tiny little squeak.
"Squeak?" Chester tried again, his eyes wide with horror. "Squeak, squeak, SQUEAK!"
His best friend, Maude the mole, emerged from her tunnel, carrying a tiny jar of dandelion jam. "Goodness, Chester! Have you swallowed a rubber toy? That's not very Chester-like, is it?"
Chester tried to explain, but all that came out was a high-pitched, emotional squeak.
“SQUEAK!”
He pointed to his throat, his face a picture of furry, soundless panic.
Maude, being a sensible mole, inspected his mouth. "Ah," she said, tapping his tongue with a tiny claw. "I see the issue. You know that golden, crunchy honeycomb you ate right before bed last night?"
Chester nodded mournfully.
"Well," Maude continued, "you seem to have managed to get a tiny, sticky, very stubborn piece of crystallized honey lodged right on your vocal cord. It's essentially gluing your growl in place."
Chester sat down, utterly mortified. Maude, however, had a solution. She offered him her jar of dandelion jam. "A little jam on a piece of rough bark should dissolve that sticky bit right up," she advised.
Chester tried it. It tasted sweet and faintly grassy. He cleared his throat. He took a deep, rumbling breath, and this time, a magnificent, earth-shaking GROWL boomed across the forest, causing a few late acorns to tumble down.
Chester roared a thank you, gave Maude a huge hug (a gentle one), and decided that from now on, he would always brush his teeth after a midnight honey snack.
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By Matthew MitchellVisit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Chester the bear was famous throughout the forest. Not for his fishing skills, or his honey recipes, but for his magnificent, deep, earth-shaking growl. It was a sound that made acorns fall off trees and rabbits politely hold their ears.
One misty morning, Chester woke up, stretched his giant paws, and decided to give his usual greeting to the rising sun. He took a huge breath and pushed the sound out.
What came out was not a growl, but a sound that can only be described as a meek, tiny little squeak.
"Squeak?" Chester tried again, his eyes wide with horror. "Squeak, squeak, SQUEAK!"
His best friend, Maude the mole, emerged from her tunnel, carrying a tiny jar of dandelion jam. "Goodness, Chester! Have you swallowed a rubber toy? That's not very Chester-like, is it?"
Chester tried to explain, but all that came out was a high-pitched, emotional squeak.
“SQUEAK!”
He pointed to his throat, his face a picture of furry, soundless panic.
Maude, being a sensible mole, inspected his mouth. "Ah," she said, tapping his tongue with a tiny claw. "I see the issue. You know that golden, crunchy honeycomb you ate right before bed last night?"
Chester nodded mournfully.
"Well," Maude continued, "you seem to have managed to get a tiny, sticky, very stubborn piece of crystallized honey lodged right on your vocal cord. It's essentially gluing your growl in place."
Chester sat down, utterly mortified. Maude, however, had a solution. She offered him her jar of dandelion jam. "A little jam on a piece of rough bark should dissolve that sticky bit right up," she advised.
Chester tried it. It tasted sweet and faintly grassy. He cleared his throat. He took a deep, rumbling breath, and this time, a magnificent, earth-shaking GROWL boomed across the forest, causing a few late acorns to tumble down.
Chester roared a thank you, gave Maude a huge hug (a gentle one), and decided that from now on, he would always brush his teeth after a midnight honey snack.