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Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Wilfred the wizard was, for lack of a better word, a little bit forgetful. His beard was a tangle of gray and his robes were perpetually dusted with some unidentifiable powder, but his biggest problem was his spells. He was always losing them. His spellbook was a disaster, a glorious tome of leather and parchment held together with string and covered in thousands of tiny, colorful sticky notes that screamed things like "FIREBALL, NOT FLUFFBALL!" and "CHECK POCKETS FOR PORTAL."
One Tuesday morning, Wilfred decided to make a cup of tea. He felt a spell was in order to make the water boil faster. He searched his pockets, rummaged through his hat, and even checked under his cat, Pickles, who was napping on a very important-looking scroll.
"Aha!" Wilfred exclaimed, pulling a scroll from the inner lining of his hat. "The Spell of Speedy Steaming!"
He pointed his wand at his kettle. "Hocus Pocus, hot and heavy, make this water boil for me!" he chanted with a flourish. But instead of the water bubbling, a different sound filled the cottage. From his cupboards, his teacups began to sing. Not just hum, but full-throated, operatic arias. The milk pitcher joined in with a deep bass note, and the sugar bowl hit a surprisingly high soprano. Pickles, startled by the sudden concert, jumped onto the table and gave a long, disapproving meow.
Wilfred scratched his head. "My dear cups, that’s not a boiling spell," he muttered. He shuffled through his piles of scrolls until he found the one that was crumpled at the bottom. This one was titled, "The Great Tea-Time Tea-Boiling Spell." He apologized to his teacups, who finished their final, dramatic notes, and cast the correct spell.
The water boiled in a puff of steam, and the kettle whistled with a cheerful note. Wilfred poured his tea, sat down, and decided that he would, from now on, put all his most important spells in a special, labeled box. Just as he finished thinking this, he realized he had lost his teacup. He then saw Pickles batting it under the couch. Some things, he knew, would never change.
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By Matthew MitchellVisit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Wilfred the wizard was, for lack of a better word, a little bit forgetful. His beard was a tangle of gray and his robes were perpetually dusted with some unidentifiable powder, but his biggest problem was his spells. He was always losing them. His spellbook was a disaster, a glorious tome of leather and parchment held together with string and covered in thousands of tiny, colorful sticky notes that screamed things like "FIREBALL, NOT FLUFFBALL!" and "CHECK POCKETS FOR PORTAL."
One Tuesday morning, Wilfred decided to make a cup of tea. He felt a spell was in order to make the water boil faster. He searched his pockets, rummaged through his hat, and even checked under his cat, Pickles, who was napping on a very important-looking scroll.
"Aha!" Wilfred exclaimed, pulling a scroll from the inner lining of his hat. "The Spell of Speedy Steaming!"
He pointed his wand at his kettle. "Hocus Pocus, hot and heavy, make this water boil for me!" he chanted with a flourish. But instead of the water bubbling, a different sound filled the cottage. From his cupboards, his teacups began to sing. Not just hum, but full-throated, operatic arias. The milk pitcher joined in with a deep bass note, and the sugar bowl hit a surprisingly high soprano. Pickles, startled by the sudden concert, jumped onto the table and gave a long, disapproving meow.
Wilfred scratched his head. "My dear cups, that’s not a boiling spell," he muttered. He shuffled through his piles of scrolls until he found the one that was crumpled at the bottom. This one was titled, "The Great Tea-Time Tea-Boiling Spell." He apologized to his teacups, who finished their final, dramatic notes, and cast the correct spell.
The water boiled in a puff of steam, and the kettle whistled with a cheerful note. Wilfred poured his tea, sat down, and decided that he would, from now on, put all his most important spells in a special, labeled box. Just as he finished thinking this, he realized he had lost his teacup. He then saw Pickles batting it under the couch. Some things, he knew, would never change.