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Zephyr the Zebra and the Singing Stone
Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Zephyr the zebra was a collector of peculiar noises. He had shelves of jars filled with everything from the sound of an opening pickle jar to the whisper of a feather duster. His greatest quest was to capture the melody of the Singing Stone, a legendary rock rumored to produce the most perfectly off-key, honking note in the entire countryside.
He finally located the stone atop a small, grassy knoll called Snapdragon Hill. The stone was smooth, gray, and very, very still. Zephyr set up his most sensitive listening device—a large, brass ear trumpet attached to a spool of shiny thread.
He waited. And waited. He ate a surprisingly crunchy peanut butter sandwich. He practiced wiggling his ears. The stone remained silent.
"Excuse me," a small, nasal voice squeaked.
Zephyr jumped, nearly dropping his ear trumpet. Sitting on the side of the stone was a tiny, agitated field mouse named Milo.
"Are you waiting for the stone to sing?" Milo asked, twitching his whiskers.
"Yes! It's the Singing Stone!" Zephyr whispered, as if the stone might hear him and stop.
Milo rolled his tiny eyes. "It doesn't sing, you silly zebra. I sing. I sit on the stone because it warms my little toes, and then I practice my arias."
"You?" Zephyr was baffled. "But the legend says—"
Milo puffed out his chest. "Legends are often terribly inaccurate, especially when they involve field mice who sing slightly too loudly for their size." Milo then cleared his throat and launched into a truly impressive, yet undeniably off-key and honking, rendition of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."
Zephyr was thrilled! The sound was exactly the legendary honk he'd been looking for.
"It's perfect, Milo!" Zephyr cheered. "Do you mind if I record your performance? The world needs to hear the legendary Honking Stone-Warming Mouse!"
Milo beamed, bowed deeply, and sang the aria three more times. Zephyr went home with a new favorite sound and decided he liked the sound of a singing mouse much better than any old silent rock.
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By Matthew MitchellVisit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!
Zephyr the zebra was a collector of peculiar noises. He had shelves of jars filled with everything from the sound of an opening pickle jar to the whisper of a feather duster. His greatest quest was to capture the melody of the Singing Stone, a legendary rock rumored to produce the most perfectly off-key, honking note in the entire countryside.
He finally located the stone atop a small, grassy knoll called Snapdragon Hill. The stone was smooth, gray, and very, very still. Zephyr set up his most sensitive listening device—a large, brass ear trumpet attached to a spool of shiny thread.
He waited. And waited. He ate a surprisingly crunchy peanut butter sandwich. He practiced wiggling his ears. The stone remained silent.
"Excuse me," a small, nasal voice squeaked.
Zephyr jumped, nearly dropping his ear trumpet. Sitting on the side of the stone was a tiny, agitated field mouse named Milo.
"Are you waiting for the stone to sing?" Milo asked, twitching his whiskers.
"Yes! It's the Singing Stone!" Zephyr whispered, as if the stone might hear him and stop.
Milo rolled his tiny eyes. "It doesn't sing, you silly zebra. I sing. I sit on the stone because it warms my little toes, and then I practice my arias."
"You?" Zephyr was baffled. "But the legend says—"
Milo puffed out his chest. "Legends are often terribly inaccurate, especially when they involve field mice who sing slightly too loudly for their size." Milo then cleared his throat and launched into a truly impressive, yet undeniably off-key and honking, rendition of "Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star."
Zephyr was thrilled! The sound was exactly the legendary honk he'd been looking for.
"It's perfect, Milo!" Zephyr cheered. "Do you mind if I record your performance? The world needs to hear the legendary Honking Stone-Warming Mouse!"
Milo beamed, bowed deeply, and sang the aria three more times. Zephyr went home with a new favorite sound and decided he liked the sound of a singing mouse much better than any old silent rock.