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Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Wallace, a wombat with whiskers so long they sometimes tripped him up, was a creature of constant worry. He worried about the sky falling, about running out of tasty roots, and most of all, he worried about his whiskers getting tangled. One particularly sunny Tuesday, Wallace woke up with a terrible feeling. He just knew, deep in his wombat bones, that today was the day his whiskers would become hopelessly knotted.
He tried everything to prevent it. He braided them, he tucked them into his tiny socks, he even tried to tie them in neat little bows. Nothing worked. The more he worried, the more erratic his movements became, and the more likely his whiskers were to snag on something. He waddled through the bush, muttering to himself, a picture of furry anxiety.
His friend, Stella the sloth, who moved at a pace that made worrying impossible, observed Wallace’s frantic efforts from her eucalyptus tree. "Wallace," she drawled, her voice slow and soothing, "you worry too much. Perhaps… just perhaps… the whiskers are meant to be free."
Wallace scoffed. "Easy for you to say, Stella! Your hair never gets tangled in thorny bushes!"
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the trees, carrying a cluster of delicious-looking berries right past Wallace's nose. His eyes widened, and his worry about his whiskers vanished for a split second as he lunged for the treat. In his haste, he tripped, tumbling head over heels. When he finally landed, he was dizzy but surprisingly unscathed. And his whiskers? They were perfectly fine, a little dusty, but completely untangled.
He looked up at Stella, who was slowly chewing a leaf. "Well, what do you know?" Wallace chuckled, a new, unburdened sound. "It seems my whiskers only get tangled when I worry about them!" From that day on, Wallace still worried a little, but he learned that sometimes, the best way to untangle a problem (or a whisker) is to stop focusing on it so much and just enjoy the juicy berries that life throws your way.
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By Matthew MitchellVisit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Wallace, a wombat with whiskers so long they sometimes tripped him up, was a creature of constant worry. He worried about the sky falling, about running out of tasty roots, and most of all, he worried about his whiskers getting tangled. One particularly sunny Tuesday, Wallace woke up with a terrible feeling. He just knew, deep in his wombat bones, that today was the day his whiskers would become hopelessly knotted.
He tried everything to prevent it. He braided them, he tucked them into his tiny socks, he even tried to tie them in neat little bows. Nothing worked. The more he worried, the more erratic his movements became, and the more likely his whiskers were to snag on something. He waddled through the bush, muttering to himself, a picture of furry anxiety.
His friend, Stella the sloth, who moved at a pace that made worrying impossible, observed Wallace’s frantic efforts from her eucalyptus tree. "Wallace," she drawled, her voice slow and soothing, "you worry too much. Perhaps… just perhaps… the whiskers are meant to be free."
Wallace scoffed. "Easy for you to say, Stella! Your hair never gets tangled in thorny bushes!"
Suddenly, a gust of wind swept through the trees, carrying a cluster of delicious-looking berries right past Wallace's nose. His eyes widened, and his worry about his whiskers vanished for a split second as he lunged for the treat. In his haste, he tripped, tumbling head over heels. When he finally landed, he was dizzy but surprisingly unscathed. And his whiskers? They were perfectly fine, a little dusty, but completely untangled.
He looked up at Stella, who was slowly chewing a leaf. "Well, what do you know?" Wallace chuckled, a new, unburdened sound. "It seems my whiskers only get tangled when I worry about them!" From that day on, Wallace still worried a little, but he learned that sometimes, the best way to untangle a problem (or a whisker) is to stop focusing on it so much and just enjoy the juicy berries that life throws your way.