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Percy the Penguin Finds His Groove
Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Percy was a penguin who was not always good at being a penguin. He was clumsy on the ice, he waddled a little too fast, and worst of all, he could not, for the life of him, dive into the water with a smooth, elegant splash. He always flopped in with a loud, awkward kerplunk! The other penguins would turn their heads to pretend they didn't hear.
He tried to be like the others. He practiced his waddle, his posture, and his perfect dive, but he just wasn’t made for it. He felt like he was a little bit lopsided. One day, a polar bear named Boris came by, looking for a snack. The other penguins, elegant and silent, dove into the water. Percy, in his panic, waddled as fast as he could. He stumbled, he tumbled, and then he accidentally slid on a patch of ice. He spun around and around, flapping his wings like a little helicopter. He spun right up to the edge of the ice and then, with a final, magnificent twirl, he catapulted himself into the air!
The polar bear, Boris, stopped and stared. Percy soared through the air in a beautiful, graceful arc, twirling and flipping, and then landed in the water with a perfect, clean zip! It was the most beautiful dive anyone had ever seen. The other penguins, who had just come back to the surface, stared at him. The polar bear, who was a connoisseur of performance, clapped his giant paws together.
"Bravo!" he roared. "Bravo!"
Percy popped his head out of the water, a little stunned. He had done it! He had made a perfect dive! He looked at the polar bear, then at the other penguins. He did a little triumphant wiggle.
From that day on, Percy wasn't the clumsy penguin anymore. He was the dancer. He waddled a little differently now, with a little more flair, and when he got to the edge of the ice, he didn't try to just dive in. He would spin, and twirl, and sometimes even do a little hop, and then he would soar through the air in a beautiful show. The other penguins would all gather to watch him, and the polar bears would stand on the shore and cheer. Percy had found his own way to be a magnificent penguin, and that was so much better than being perfect.
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By Matthew MitchellVisit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Percy was a penguin who was not always good at being a penguin. He was clumsy on the ice, he waddled a little too fast, and worst of all, he could not, for the life of him, dive into the water with a smooth, elegant splash. He always flopped in with a loud, awkward kerplunk! The other penguins would turn their heads to pretend they didn't hear.
He tried to be like the others. He practiced his waddle, his posture, and his perfect dive, but he just wasn’t made for it. He felt like he was a little bit lopsided. One day, a polar bear named Boris came by, looking for a snack. The other penguins, elegant and silent, dove into the water. Percy, in his panic, waddled as fast as he could. He stumbled, he tumbled, and then he accidentally slid on a patch of ice. He spun around and around, flapping his wings like a little helicopter. He spun right up to the edge of the ice and then, with a final, magnificent twirl, he catapulted himself into the air!
The polar bear, Boris, stopped and stared. Percy soared through the air in a beautiful, graceful arc, twirling and flipping, and then landed in the water with a perfect, clean zip! It was the most beautiful dive anyone had ever seen. The other penguins, who had just come back to the surface, stared at him. The polar bear, who was a connoisseur of performance, clapped his giant paws together.
"Bravo!" he roared. "Bravo!"
Percy popped his head out of the water, a little stunned. He had done it! He had made a perfect dive! He looked at the polar bear, then at the other penguins. He did a little triumphant wiggle.
From that day on, Percy wasn't the clumsy penguin anymore. He was the dancer. He waddled a little differently now, with a little more flair, and when he got to the edge of the ice, he didn't try to just dive in. He would spin, and twirl, and sometimes even do a little hop, and then he would soar through the air in a beautiful show. The other penguins would all gather to watch him, and the polar bears would stand on the shore and cheer. Percy had found his own way to be a magnificent penguin, and that was so much better than being perfect.