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Please vote for “A Bedtime Story” for Volume One’s Best Local Podcast!
Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
“A Bedtime Story” Season 2 is coming soon!
Leo, a sensible boy who enjoyed routine and tidy outcomes, discovered an old, moss-covered wishing well hidden behind the town library. He leaned over the lip and saw the water shimmering strangely.
He decided to test it. "I wish I had a mountain of gold!" he whispered, tossing in a shiny penny.
Nothing happened. Leo frowned. He tried again, louder. "I wish I was a famous astronaut!"
A loud SPLOOSH came from the well. Suddenly, a large, foil-wrapped object shot out of the water and landed with a soft thud at his feet. It was a sandwich.
Leo unwrapped it. It was a perfectly made tuna salad sandwich, but instead of bread, it was constructed between two thick, diamond-shaped waffles.
"A Waffle-Tuna Astronaut Sandwich?" Leo muttered, utterly confused.
He realized the well granted wishes, but only in the form of a bizarrely specific sandwich that somehow related to his desire.
Leo decided to be more precise. "I wish I could fly to the moon!" He tossed in a coin.
SPLOOSH! This time, a sandwich of dried fruit and peanut butter, constructed entirely inside a hollowed-out, miniature pumpkin, landed next to him. Leo figured the pumpkin represented the moon, and the dried fruit represented space food. It was still a ridiculous sandwich.
His third wish was for something simple: "I wish I could have ice cream for dinner!"
SPLOOSH! Out came a sandwich made of three layers of cold, sliced cucumber, with a dollop of horseradish in the middle, and topped with a tiny, blinking bicycle light.
"Cucumber! Horseradish! And a light!" Leo scratched his head. "It must mean: 'Ice Cream (cold and creamy like cucumber), for Dinner (savory like horseradish), so you don't get lost in the dark on your way home (bicycle light)'!"
Leo sighed. The sandwiches were completely impractical and baffling, but he was also starting to get hungry. He carefully wrapped up the Waffle-Tuna Astronaut Sandwich and the Cucumber-Horseradish-Bicycle-Light creation. Wishing for a million dollars would probably result in a mayonnaise-sardine sandwich between two twenty-dollar bills.
Leo decided to make one last, practical wish. He tossed his final coin and whispered, "I wish I could find the perfect, normal, roast beef sandwich on rye bread with mustard, please, and no silly extras!"
SPLOOSH! Out popped a small, neatly labeled sandwich: "Roast Beef on Rye with Mustard." It looked perfect. However, when Leo picked it up, he realized the rye bread was knitted entirely out of gray yarn, and the mustard was a tiny, neatly folded piece of yellow construction paper. The wishing well always had to have the final, silly word.
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By Matthew MitchellPlease vote for “A Bedtime Story” for Volume One’s Best Local Podcast!
Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
“A Bedtime Story” Season 2 is coming soon!
Leo, a sensible boy who enjoyed routine and tidy outcomes, discovered an old, moss-covered wishing well hidden behind the town library. He leaned over the lip and saw the water shimmering strangely.
He decided to test it. "I wish I had a mountain of gold!" he whispered, tossing in a shiny penny.
Nothing happened. Leo frowned. He tried again, louder. "I wish I was a famous astronaut!"
A loud SPLOOSH came from the well. Suddenly, a large, foil-wrapped object shot out of the water and landed with a soft thud at his feet. It was a sandwich.
Leo unwrapped it. It was a perfectly made tuna salad sandwich, but instead of bread, it was constructed between two thick, diamond-shaped waffles.
"A Waffle-Tuna Astronaut Sandwich?" Leo muttered, utterly confused.
He realized the well granted wishes, but only in the form of a bizarrely specific sandwich that somehow related to his desire.
Leo decided to be more precise. "I wish I could fly to the moon!" He tossed in a coin.
SPLOOSH! This time, a sandwich of dried fruit and peanut butter, constructed entirely inside a hollowed-out, miniature pumpkin, landed next to him. Leo figured the pumpkin represented the moon, and the dried fruit represented space food. It was still a ridiculous sandwich.
His third wish was for something simple: "I wish I could have ice cream for dinner!"
SPLOOSH! Out came a sandwich made of three layers of cold, sliced cucumber, with a dollop of horseradish in the middle, and topped with a tiny, blinking bicycle light.
"Cucumber! Horseradish! And a light!" Leo scratched his head. "It must mean: 'Ice Cream (cold and creamy like cucumber), for Dinner (savory like horseradish), so you don't get lost in the dark on your way home (bicycle light)'!"
Leo sighed. The sandwiches were completely impractical and baffling, but he was also starting to get hungry. He carefully wrapped up the Waffle-Tuna Astronaut Sandwich and the Cucumber-Horseradish-Bicycle-Light creation. Wishing for a million dollars would probably result in a mayonnaise-sardine sandwich between two twenty-dollar bills.
Leo decided to make one last, practical wish. He tossed his final coin and whispered, "I wish I could find the perfect, normal, roast beef sandwich on rye bread with mustard, please, and no silly extras!"
SPLOOSH! Out popped a small, neatly labeled sandwich: "Roast Beef on Rye with Mustard." It looked perfect. However, when Leo picked it up, he realized the rye bread was knitted entirely out of gray yarn, and the mustard was a tiny, neatly folded piece of yellow construction paper. The wishing well always had to have the final, silly word.