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Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Deep in the Whispering Woods lived Barnaby, a squirrel whose ambitions far outstripped his tiny paws. Unlike other squirrels who merely dreamt of acorns, Barnaby dreamt of grandeur. Specifically, he dreamt of the moon. "It's just a giant, shiny nut!" he'd declare to anyone who'd listen, which was usually just a very patient ladybug named Beatrice. "And I shall have it!"
One crisp autumn evening, as the full moon hung low and plump in the sky, Barnaby put his master plan into action. He’d spent weeks meticulously gathering the strongest spider silk he could find, weaving it into what he optimistically called a "moon-snatching net." It looked suspiciously like a tangled mess of cobwebs, but Barnaby was a squirrel of vision, not detail.
He scurried up the tallest oak tree, the net slung over his shoulder, puffing with effort. Beatrice, perched on a leaf below, watched with a mix of awe and concern. “Barnaby, dear, are you sure about this? It looks awfully high.”
“Nonsense!” Barnaby chirped, his whiskers twitching with excitement. “A little climb for a squirrel, a giant leap for squirrel-kind!” He reached the topmost branch, a tiny silhouette against the luminous orb. With a mighty, dramatic flourish, he flung his net.
It soared through the air, caught a gentle breeze, and then, with a disappointing plop, landed squarely on Barnaby’s own head. He tumbled backward, tangled in his own creation, landing with a soft thud on a lower branch. The moon, of course, remained serenely in the sky, completely oblivious to its attempted abduction.
Beatrice fluttered up. "Are you alright, Barnaby?" she asked, trying to untangle a particularly stubborn strand of silk from his ear.
Barnaby sat up, looking rather sheepish, a bit of cobweb dangling from his nose. "Well," he sighed, "it seems the moon is not, in fact, a giant nut. And my net… needs work." He then spent the rest of the evening munching on a regular-sized acorn, deciding that some nuts were simply too big to conquer, and others were just right for a cozy bedtime snack. From that night on, Barnaby still gazed at the moon, but with a newfound respect, and perhaps, a tiny hint of relief that he didn't have to carry something that big all the way back to his nest.
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By Matthew MitchellVisit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Deep in the Whispering Woods lived Barnaby, a squirrel whose ambitions far outstripped his tiny paws. Unlike other squirrels who merely dreamt of acorns, Barnaby dreamt of grandeur. Specifically, he dreamt of the moon. "It's just a giant, shiny nut!" he'd declare to anyone who'd listen, which was usually just a very patient ladybug named Beatrice. "And I shall have it!"
One crisp autumn evening, as the full moon hung low and plump in the sky, Barnaby put his master plan into action. He’d spent weeks meticulously gathering the strongest spider silk he could find, weaving it into what he optimistically called a "moon-snatching net." It looked suspiciously like a tangled mess of cobwebs, but Barnaby was a squirrel of vision, not detail.
He scurried up the tallest oak tree, the net slung over his shoulder, puffing with effort. Beatrice, perched on a leaf below, watched with a mix of awe and concern. “Barnaby, dear, are you sure about this? It looks awfully high.”
“Nonsense!” Barnaby chirped, his whiskers twitching with excitement. “A little climb for a squirrel, a giant leap for squirrel-kind!” He reached the topmost branch, a tiny silhouette against the luminous orb. With a mighty, dramatic flourish, he flung his net.
It soared through the air, caught a gentle breeze, and then, with a disappointing plop, landed squarely on Barnaby’s own head. He tumbled backward, tangled in his own creation, landing with a soft thud on a lower branch. The moon, of course, remained serenely in the sky, completely oblivious to its attempted abduction.
Beatrice fluttered up. "Are you alright, Barnaby?" she asked, trying to untangle a particularly stubborn strand of silk from his ear.
Barnaby sat up, looking rather sheepish, a bit of cobweb dangling from his nose. "Well," he sighed, "it seems the moon is not, in fact, a giant nut. And my net… needs work." He then spent the rest of the evening munching on a regular-sized acorn, deciding that some nuts were simply too big to conquer, and others were just right for a cozy bedtime snack. From that night on, Barnaby still gazed at the moon, but with a newfound respect, and perhaps, a tiny hint of relief that he didn't have to carry something that big all the way back to his nest.