Children's Bedtime Stories. Fantastic and Short Stories That Are Ideal for Bedtime E-Book

Brenda Turner

• Herausgeber: Youcanprint
• Kategorie: Fantasy und Science-Fiction
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2022

Beschreibung

We can use stories to speak to the mind, body, and spiritual things beyond our understanding but resonate with them in a profound, direct, and indirect way. Stories are created in our language to supply tangible methods for determining things that are seemingly beyond our world, like space, the heavens, the foremost distant depths of the world, and the longest depths of souls. Through storytelling, we can shape our inner landscapes and be guided on journeys that might seem impossible were it not for the facility of our imaginations. When specifically applied to specific moments in our lives, individual stories and myths and guided narratives offer spiritual and spiritual transformation and physical transformations. "Bedtime Stories" contains relaxing stories to fall asleep fast, for stress relief and a good night's sleep. These stories are designed to bring the mind and soul into an environment hypnotic and relaxing. It offers a journey to the farthest points of space and time, from the world's acute depths to the littlest microcosm, to the farthest reaches of our known universe, to the last macroscope. These tales are relaxing to read and excellent for those who got to catch some sleep. With each story, you will be swept off into a faraway place, a dreamland where people, places, and things aren't as they appear - where everything seems almost…surreal in a sense. Doing so offers an excellent way to understand these stories. "Bedtime Stories" will give you all the information you need to start making and serving up delicious and nutritious dishes in minutes. As you get through life, there are tons of things that would have transpired in the day, but having a calm and quiet night's rest is the best way to recuperate and stay in shape. Nothing compares to a memorable bedtime story under comfortable spreads. Do not hesitate to grab a COPY today!

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Table of Contents

A Palm Tree

The Good Health Fairy

The Origin of the Giraffe's Long Neck.

The Floating Baby

The Dog, Cat, Hamster, and Parrot

Uncle Ben

Mr. Vegetable

Pricilla

MrNotsure

Mrs. Green's Friend

The Woman in the Golden Shoes

Grumpy King

The Wife of the Wizard

Bendy

The One Who Couldn't Stop Snoring.

Jemima

Ozzy Zebra

The Broken-Wanded Fairy

A Penny and a Pound

The Lovely Princess

Children's Bedtime Stories

Fantastic and Short Stories That Are Ideal for Bedtime

Brenda Turner

A Palm Tree

Once upon a time, there was a palm tree, although it was not a particularly attractive palm tree. The tree's trunk was slender and spindly, and if the wind blows strongly, the tree will bend over, so the leaves at the top of its trunk were nearly scraping the bottom.

The palm tree resided in a little bay, a rugged bay with little sand on the shore. There were large rocks everywhere, as well as several little sharp rocks that sliced people's feet.

Too few tourists came to such an unappealing cover, and the palm tree was lonely.

The water didn't even come close to entering the harbor.

The sea told the palm tree, "I'm not going in there." It's just tiny and rocky and uninteresting.

Oh, please, the palm tree pleaded. Just come in and tickle my foot with your waves, much as you do in the other bays.

The sea didn't even try to react, instead of sweeping its tide even farther away from the beach and the small palm tree.

The tiny palm tree's leaves hang sadly down, and its little trunk bowed in disappointment. The large black rocks stood arrogantly around the tiny tree, as they often did, and the little rocks brushed against each other, sharpening their edges in preparation for cutting more bathers' feet.

And it would have remained that way if it hadn't been for Mr. Mistral.

Mr. Mistral was a powerful wind. However, unlike some heavy winds, such as Mr. Gale and Mr. Tempest. Mr. Mistral was a nice, kind breeze that was interested in what it was flowing against.

What the hell is going on? Mr. Mistral could see the little palm tree was angry.

It quietly listened to the little palm tree's cries for help for ten minutes.

Mr. Mistral could blast hard enough to uproot the little palm tree and sweep it into another, much better bay, but when it searched, all the other bays were full of palm trees, and there was no room anywhere.

The wind circled the little bay repeatedly, hoping to come up with something to cheer up the tiny palm tree. The wind became aware of something odd occurring the third time it approached the small oak. The more the wind remained in the rugged little bay with the little sea in it, the more wretched it seemed.

This place needs to be cheered up! It sobbed. For all these rocks and no shore, it's no surprise that everybody is unhappy here!

The wind then blew in a close circle around its mouth. Oh, my God! The large sand piles on the other side of the island whirled into the air, forming huge yellow clouds that raced across the island to the small rocky bay.

The wind then opened its mouth wide and sucked in a massive suck. The sand clouds came to a halt over the rugged bay, and because the wind had died, they dropped from the sky, filling the little bay with sand.

Unfortunately, the little palm tree was still covered; in reality, it was so well covered that only one little palm leaf poked out of the deep sand to guide the wind to where it could be rescued.

The wind gently whipped a breeze through the little palm tree, and the palm tree popped back up, amazed at the change the sand had created to the little bay.

The hideous black rocks had been hidden, and sharp rocks had been buried so deeply in the sand that they would never cut anyone's foot again. The bay had brightened up.

The shore, which peered around the corner of the small cove, was unimpressed.

It gurgled, "All my beaches have sand." That's nothing new.

While Mr. Mistral's rough blowing, the water failed to wash into the harbor, and although the tiny palm tree was not as miserable as it had been, it would have loved to have had its roots tickled by the ocean.

I'll send it a fair blow tomorrow and scatter some flower seeds from nearby gardens. Mr. Mistral spoke in hushed tones. They'll take a few days to rise, but they'll brighten up the room. But that's what I can do. Mr. Mistral disappeared over the horizon in a final whirl.

But the rain had sensed the wind speaks to the little palm tree, and the following day, as the little palm tree awoke, the rain patted the leaves of the little palm tree.

The rain gushed if you had water in your little port. I'm sure I'll be able to fill it!

The little tree was thrilled because for the next three days, it rained, and it rained in the little bay, and the bay quickly filled with water, and when the rain stopped, the sun came out, and guess what? The water sparkled and shone in the sunshine, and the wind returned with a soft breeze, causing the fresh flowers to wave and the tree to rustle a calming tune.

The tiny palm tree was overjoyed because if it had performed a somersault out of joy, it would have. But since trees are planted in the earth and cannot jump, the little palm tree simply swayed in joy.

The little bay had been the best in the region, and with all the goodness from the sand and water, the little palm tree developed and grew, its trunk being strong and its branches stretching out, providing shade with its fresh green leaves.

A couple of days later, the sea was going by the little bay as the normal, nose in the breeze, completely avoiding it, when a passing bird exclaimed, the sea in that little bay is much clearer than your sea out here.

The sea came to a halt; there was no water in the little bay; what was the bird worried about? As a result, the sea turned about and peered into the little harbor. It would have if the sea had hair that might stand on end in surprise. Although, as we all know, the sea has no hair, so it couldn't. Instead, the sea drifted in awe.

The bay had to be the greatest it had ever been!

It attempted to reach into the bay when it got near, but it couldn't.

Who is squeezing my water? A lovely palm tree was calling out to the water.

The water gaped as two waves smacked together.

It was the teeny-tiny palm tree!

But now, it was tall and slender, waving its leaves in a rather enticing manner. The sea falls in love with the palm tree right away.

Let me in, the sea sloshed. Since I adore you, I want to lick you and tickle your roots!

For a brief second, the palm tree grew brown with embarrassment; no one had ever cherished her.

She rustled, "I can't allow you in." Rainwater has accumulated in the harbor.

I will assist! It was a massive voice, the most powerful voice there is. But it wasn't a poor voice; it was a pleasant one.

I may steam the water up, allowing the sea to enter the small bay.

The sea and the palm tree both gazed up at the light, which was beaming back at them.

Within a day, the sun had warmed up over the small harbor, and the rainwater had evaporated.

The water came in with a thunderous clap; its waves reached out to the palm tree.

The palm tree swayed back in delight; this was the best it could be!

Soon after, the sea and the palm tree married, and HALLELULA! Two months later, the palm tree produced five large coconuts, which grew into five baby palm trees, who lived happily ever after in the lovely little bay with their mother and the shore.

The Good Health Fairy

Have you ever asked that certain people get sick and others do not?

I know why, but it's a huge mystery that I don't think I'm supposed to reveal.

You see, if I tell you, you'll tell someone else, and if everyone learns the trick, the fairies won't come.

No, no!

I should not have brought up fairies!

Excuse me as I stomp on my foot for being a jerk.

So, now that you've learned about fairies, I'll tell you why certain people are sick and others aren't, as long as you vow not to tell anybody, not even your thumb!

Do you have a promise?

Okay.

So I'll explain that certain people get ill and others don't.

Can you get that you sleep at night?

Isn't that that you're tired?

But do you remember that you're exhausted?

Since you've spent the whole day playing, working, climbing, and jumping.

Although something amazing happens as you shut your eyes and fall asleep.

The fairies have flown into your home.

It's pointless to say you've never seen them because you can't see them when you're sleeping.

The fairies have arrived to replenish all of the energy pots that you depleted throughout the day.

They enter through your mouth and begin dipping their little sticks into your little energy pots to see if they need more energy.

For example, you can have an energy pot for your mouth. Every time you talk, you are lubricating your tongue and allowing it to function properly. So whether you speak or weep a lot through the day, your mouth pot would be virtually empty before the fairy comes to dip it at night. Then the fairy would take her energy kettle and refill your mouth pot so you can chat the next day again.

You have energy pots all over your body, from your head, spine, shoulders, and limbs, as well as any other part of your body, even down to your toes!

So, what causes certain individuals to get ill when others do not?

It all comes down to what people eat and drink. Those who consume healthier foods and drink nutritious beverages have far fewer health issues than those who eat a lot of sugar and greasy food and drink a lot of beer and wine.

Consider what happens as the fairy returns to replenish the energy pots of someone who has consumed an abundance of cookies and chocolates. The unfortunate fairy is coated with sticky sugar everywhere she turns, making it impossible for her to shift across the body. Frequently, the fairy is unable to reach the heart energy pot to fill it because the path is obscured by dark brown chocolate that the fairy can not see-through, and the dense candy traps the fairy's foot to the bottom. As a result, the individual who has consumed an excessive amount of candy and chocolate does not receive any energy in their heart pot.

When the fairy appears, she often discovers that the individual has been smoking cigarettes.

Oh, my God!

The fairy can't see something no matter where she goes. Clouds of dense smoke obscure the energy pots, and the individual only receive half of the energy because the fairy is lost in the smoke.

Fairies are tiny and fragile, yet with their magical abilities, they can defend themselves very well. They can't abide one thing, though.

The aroma of beer!

When someone enters and senses noisy snoring, they pick up their energy kettles and go to the next user. The individual who has been consuming beer has little stamina, and when they wake up in the morning, they have a bad headache, a nasty taste in their mouth, and their stomach feels like it is full of raw potatoes.

Fairies understand that when people snore, it is because they have been consuming alcohol, and they have a reasonable excuse not to offer these people more steam.

And when the fairy inserts their energy kettle into the person's mouth, the gases from the alcohol are very potent.

Do you know how fairies are extremely fragile creatures that depend on their magic to defend themselves?

Ok, sorcery does not operate against alcohol, and the fairies, being fragile, get as intoxicated as the individual who has drunk the beer when they breathe in the beer fumes. An intoxicated fairy with powerful supernatural abilities is a very bad fairy.

They always convert inebriated citizens into stone by mistake!

They can be seen everywhere; they are known as monuments in parks and museums.

As a result, people who consume junk food, drink a lot of alcohol, and smoke cigarettes are more likely to get sick.

Those that may not live a far happier existence.

So, the next time you consume too much candy, consider what the fairy who gets trapped in your mouth at night thinks about you!