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The Bear Who Couldn't Roar
Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Roscoe, a young bear with remarkably soft paws and an even softer heart, had a big problem: he couldn't roar. All the other bear cubs in Grizzly Gulch could let out magnificent, rumbling roars that made the leaves tremble. Roscoe, however, could only manage a tiny, embarrassing squeak that sounded more like a rusty hinge.
He tried everything. He gargled with honey. He practiced in front of a mirror, puffing out his chest and baring his teeth. He even asked the grumpy old badger, Silas, for lessons. Silas, renowned for his booming voice, just advised Roscoe to "find his inner rumble." Roscoe had no idea what an "inner rumble" was, let alone where to find it.
One afternoon, during a playful game of chase, Roscoe and his friends stumbled upon a lost little robin, chirping frantically from the top of a thorny bush. The robin’s nest had fallen, and its mother was nowhere in sight. Roscoe’s friends, big and strong as they were, didn't know what to do. They nudged the bush, but the thorns were too sharp.
Roscoe, forgetting his roar-woes, felt a surge of protectiveness. He carefully, gently, with his soft paws, nudged the bush. He tried to reach for the robin, but it was too high. He huffed, he puffed, and then, a deep, frustrated growl rumbled in his chest. It wasn’t a roar, not yet, but it was a sound! The robin, startled but intrigued, hopped closer.
Inspired, Roscoe pushed harder, a tiny, determined "GRRRRR!" escaping his throat. He managed to gently bend a thorny branch, and the robin, seeing its chance, fluttered onto his nose, then safely onto the ground. Just then, the robin’s mother swooped down, chirping her thanks.
Roscoe, overjoyed at having helped, let out a spontaneous, full-bodied "ROOAAARRR!" It wasn't perfect, a little wobbly, but it was definitely a roar! His friends stared in astonishment. Roscoe had found his inner rumble, not through practice, but through kindness and courage. From that day on, Roscoe’s roars grew stronger, but he never forgot the little robin who helped him find his voice.
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By Matthew MitchellVisit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Roscoe, a young bear with remarkably soft paws and an even softer heart, had a big problem: he couldn't roar. All the other bear cubs in Grizzly Gulch could let out magnificent, rumbling roars that made the leaves tremble. Roscoe, however, could only manage a tiny, embarrassing squeak that sounded more like a rusty hinge.
He tried everything. He gargled with honey. He practiced in front of a mirror, puffing out his chest and baring his teeth. He even asked the grumpy old badger, Silas, for lessons. Silas, renowned for his booming voice, just advised Roscoe to "find his inner rumble." Roscoe had no idea what an "inner rumble" was, let alone where to find it.
One afternoon, during a playful game of chase, Roscoe and his friends stumbled upon a lost little robin, chirping frantically from the top of a thorny bush. The robin’s nest had fallen, and its mother was nowhere in sight. Roscoe’s friends, big and strong as they were, didn't know what to do. They nudged the bush, but the thorns were too sharp.
Roscoe, forgetting his roar-woes, felt a surge of protectiveness. He carefully, gently, with his soft paws, nudged the bush. He tried to reach for the robin, but it was too high. He huffed, he puffed, and then, a deep, frustrated growl rumbled in his chest. It wasn’t a roar, not yet, but it was a sound! The robin, startled but intrigued, hopped closer.
Inspired, Roscoe pushed harder, a tiny, determined "GRRRRR!" escaping his throat. He managed to gently bend a thorny branch, and the robin, seeing its chance, fluttered onto his nose, then safely onto the ground. Just then, the robin’s mother swooped down, chirping her thanks.
Roscoe, overjoyed at having helped, let out a spontaneous, full-bodied "ROOAAARRR!" It wasn't perfect, a little wobbly, but it was definitely a roar! His friends stared in astonishment. Roscoe had found his inner rumble, not through practice, but through kindness and courage. From that day on, Roscoe’s roars grew stronger, but he never forgot the little robin who helped him find his voice.