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Peter’s Peculiar Painting Problem
Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Peter the puffin was an artist, though a terribly messy one. His favorite thing to paint was his bright, colorful beak, which he considered his most dashing feature. He used a special paint—made from crushed berries and moonlight—that dried instantly and tasted slightly of blueberries.
One morning, Peter was mid-masterpiece, trying to give his beak a dazzling checkerboard pattern, when he realized he was out of his finest midnight-blue paint. “Blast and bother!” he squawked. “A checkerboard is simply not fetching without midnight-blue!”
He flew to visit Agnes the ant, who ran a highly-organized, though slightly dusty, supply shop under the old oak root. “Agnes,” Peter puffed, “do you have any midnight-blue? I need it for an emergency beak-art project.”
Agnes, wearing a tiny banker’s visor, consulted her ledger. “Midnight-blue… No, sir. But I have a very nice swamp-green with a lovely shimmer, or an excellent sunset-orange that smells of apricots.”
“No, thank you,” Peter sighed. “Only midnight-blue will do.”
Feeling defeated, Peter flew back to his nest. As he landed, he noticed a large, beautiful bluebell growing right next to his window. It was the most perfect, deepest midnight-blue he had ever seen. He leaned in for a closer look and accidentally bumped his beak against the flower.
SPLAT!
The bluebell, which was surprisingly damp, left a perfect, deep-blue circle of pollen-paste right on the tip of Peter’s beak. It looked like a tiny, magnificent, blue nose.
Peter looked in his puddle-mirror. The blue circle was far more striking than a checkerboard! It was modern! It was simple! It was accidentally perfect! He flew straight to Agnes’s shop. “Forget the paint, Agnes! I’ve invented a new style: Bluebell Beak Spot!”
Agnes, always an entrepreneur, immediately started stocking bluebells. Peter, meanwhile, spent the rest of the day carefully bumping his beak into other flowers, hoping to invent a dandelion-yellow earlobe.
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By Matthew MitchellVisit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Peter the puffin was an artist, though a terribly messy one. His favorite thing to paint was his bright, colorful beak, which he considered his most dashing feature. He used a special paint—made from crushed berries and moonlight—that dried instantly and tasted slightly of blueberries.
One morning, Peter was mid-masterpiece, trying to give his beak a dazzling checkerboard pattern, when he realized he was out of his finest midnight-blue paint. “Blast and bother!” he squawked. “A checkerboard is simply not fetching without midnight-blue!”
He flew to visit Agnes the ant, who ran a highly-organized, though slightly dusty, supply shop under the old oak root. “Agnes,” Peter puffed, “do you have any midnight-blue? I need it for an emergency beak-art project.”
Agnes, wearing a tiny banker’s visor, consulted her ledger. “Midnight-blue… No, sir. But I have a very nice swamp-green with a lovely shimmer, or an excellent sunset-orange that smells of apricots.”
“No, thank you,” Peter sighed. “Only midnight-blue will do.”
Feeling defeated, Peter flew back to his nest. As he landed, he noticed a large, beautiful bluebell growing right next to his window. It was the most perfect, deepest midnight-blue he had ever seen. He leaned in for a closer look and accidentally bumped his beak against the flower.
SPLAT!
The bluebell, which was surprisingly damp, left a perfect, deep-blue circle of pollen-paste right on the tip of Peter’s beak. It looked like a tiny, magnificent, blue nose.
Peter looked in his puddle-mirror. The blue circle was far more striking than a checkerboard! It was modern! It was simple! It was accidentally perfect! He flew straight to Agnes’s shop. “Forget the paint, Agnes! I’ve invented a new style: Bluebell Beak Spot!”
Agnes, always an entrepreneur, immediately started stocking bluebells. Peter, meanwhile, spent the rest of the day carefully bumping his beak into other flowers, hoping to invent a dandelion-yellow earlobe.