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Mermaids are real! Just ask Old Mrs. Moody and Catbaloo. They'll tell you about the day they rescued a baby mermaid from the crab tank at the supermarket.
While babysitting their friend Lizbeth's baby, Mable, Old Mrs. Moody and Catbaloo realize they don't have anything planned for her lunch. Off they go to the market to find her something to eat.
But when they pass the lobster and crab tanks in the fish department, Mable spots something incredible—a tiny mermaid swimming among the crabs!
Knowing she doesn't belong there, Old Mrs. Moody and Catbaloo work together to rescue the baby mermaid and return her safely to the sea.
The story ends quietly, with a gentle mermaid lullaby sung by Old Mrs. Moody as baby Mable drifts off to sleep.
© 2025 Old Mrs. Moody Stories
Catbaloo shares a story from Old Mrs. Moody's life before they became neighbors.
When walnut season arrives and ten tall trees begin dropping their nuts, Old Mrs. Moody calls her chickens to gather them. The hens are delighted and immediately begin imagining all the walnut treats they might make.
But the walnuts are needed elsewhere, too. The squirrels who live nearby are busy gathering food for the winter, and before long, a noisy and comical battle over the walnuts begins.
With Old Mrs. Moody stepping in, the chaos settles, and there turn out to be walnuts enough for everyone.
© 2023–2025 Old Mrs. Moody Stories
Old Mrs. Moody has a terrible cold, and while she waits to see the doctor, Catbaloo tells her the story of a little girl and her goat cart.
Anderson Kate lives high on a mountaintop. One day, she and her mother bake a chocolate cake for Grandmother's birthday. Anderson places the cake in her cart and sets off down the mountain to her grandmother's house in the valley below.
Along the way, Anderson stops to listen to her neighbors' troubles and offers them a piece of the chocolate cake. By the time she reaches her grandmother's house, the cake is gone.
But wonderful things happen on her walk back up the mountain. At each stop, Anderson discovers that one neighbor has exactly what another neighbor needs.
© 2024–2025 Old Mrs. Moody Stories
Something is amiss at Uncle Henry's farm. The chickens have stopped laying eggs, the cows aren't giving milk, and none of the animals will eat their dinner. Even worse, they're all in foul moods.
When Uncle Henry calls Catbaloo for help, she picks up Old Mrs. Moody and the two set off to investigate. But their trip is delayed when the car won't start, sending them on a short detour to Haney's Service Station.
As they look for answers—on the farm and under the hood—they begin to see that animals, cars, and people all need the right kind of fuel to keep going.
© 2025 Old Mrs. Moody Stories
Old Mrs. Moody and Catbaloo are raking and digging and hoeing—getting the ground ready to plant a community pumpkin patch.
As they begin to plant the pumpkin seeds, Catbaloo is reminded of her favorite story about seeds. It's the story of Pipi Pumpkinseed—a wise big brother mouse. With no food at home to feed his nine baby brothers and sisters, Pipi must venture out into the world to find them something to eat.
When he returns with ten pumpkin seeds, he gives them sage advice: They can eat their seeds, and have full tummies for one night, or they can plant their seeds and have full tummies every night—forever. But they were too hungry to care about planting, or the future, and they each decided to eat their seeds at once. But Pipi didn't. Pipi planted his seed. Soon his one little pumpkin seed grew enough food to feed every mouse in every house in the county!
This story is a story about the incredible miracle of seedtime and harvest. There is a lot to be learned from Pipi and his little pumpkin seed.
Come listen in and learn a little bit about gardening and a lot about hope, faith, and love.
It was pure joy to produce this episode for you and your little loves to listen to together.
© 2025 - Old Mrs. Moody Stories
One morning, Old Mrs. Moody wakes to find she has shrunk to a tiny size.
When Catbaloo brings an antique dollhouse down from the attic, Old Mrs. Moody finds a place to settle in. The house is full of small surprises, with working appliances and rooms that come to life at her new scale.
As they search for a way to restore her to her usual size, Old Mrs. Moody wonders if she might stay small just long enough to spend one night in the dollhouse.
© 2025 Old Mrs. Moody Stories
A toad is singing show tunes in the creek outside Old Mrs. Moody's bedroom—and it's well past midnight.
Unable to sleep, Old Mrs. Moody calls Catbaloo for help. Together, they decide it's not the toad's singing they mind, but the timing. They come up with a plan to build him a stage and help him put on an afternoon show instead.
Soon the neighborhood gathers to hear the performance, and Mr. Toad finally has the chance to sing in a way that everyone can appreciate.
© 2025 Old Mrs. Moody Stories
At a used book sale at their local library, Old Mrs. Moody and Catbaloo discover an old book about the Pony Express. The pictures in the book are so inviting, they decide to try to use their imaginations to "jump" into the book itself.
In an instant, they are in Sacramento, California in 1860, to witness the very first delivery of Pony Express mail.
Old Mrs. Moody is chosen from the crowd and climbs the platform to grab the mail pouch as the Pony Express rider gallops by.
© 2025 Old Mrs. Moody Stories
If you keep very still in the woods at night, you can hear the forest settling into sleep.
As the wind moves through the bramble brush and the animals grow quiet, Catbaloo and Old Mrs. Moody listen as each sound becomes part of a gentle lullaby for the baby animals of the forest.
© 2024 Old Mrs. Moody Stories
After a long day of work, a little excavator is ready for rest.
As night falls, the construction site grows quiet. Dump trucks, bulldozers, scrapers, rollers, and diggers cool their engines, wash their windshields, fill their tanks, and prepare for morning.
As the stars come out, it's time for the little digger to turn off his motor and close his eyes.
© 2024 Old Mrs. Moody Stories
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