Speaker 1: Hello, friends, and welcome to bedtime stories with mister jim O.
Speaker 1: I was just getting ready for bed, are you as well?
Speaker 1: Oh good, I hope you brushed your teeth and found
Speaker 1: all of your comfy things like pillows and blankets and stuffies.
Speaker 1: Oh yes, oh good. Well, as long as you have
Speaker 1: all those things ready, then it's time for our story.
Speaker 1: But first we must close our eyes so that we
Speaker 1: can travel to an imaginary world. In a small village
Speaker 1: john a tiny mountain surrounded by the ocean, there lived
Speaker 1: a little boy named Maverick. Maverick loved his island on
Speaker 1: the ocean. Every day he splashed and played in the water,
Speaker 1: and every night the waves shushed him to sleep. Maverick
Speaker 1: felt so close to the ocean that he would talk
Speaker 1: to it like it was a dear friend, telling it
Speaker 1: his troubles. Every night, as his worries left his lips,
Speaker 1: the ocean would hear them and carry them away far
Speaker 1: out to sea. One particular night, Maverick had a lot
Speaker 1: on his mind ocean. He said, I don't think I
Speaker 1: will be able to sleep tonight. Tomorrow is my first
Speaker 1: day of school in the village. What if I don't
Speaker 1: like it? What if the food is yucky. The ocean
Speaker 1: heard Maverick's concerns and tried to carry them away, but
Speaker 1: he held on tight. Ocean, what if I can't make
Speaker 1: any friends? Loud waves crashed to shore, trying to shake
Speaker 1: the little boy away from his worries, but Maverick just
Speaker 1: sighed and turned off his light, not letting go of
Speaker 1: his worries. Unable to fall asleep, the waves began their
Speaker 1: nightly routine. Sh sh went their comforting sound as they
Speaker 1: gently crashed on the sandy shore, but it wasn't working
Speaker 1: the way that it always had before. Maverick still could
Speaker 1: not sleep, so the ocean called out to the birds
Speaker 1: to sing a lullaby. The birds responded, perching in a
Speaker 1: tree by the little Boy's window, and began cooing a
Speaker 1: sleepy song. The song was quiet and beautiful, but Maverick
Speaker 1: just stared at the ceiling inside. After a few more melodies,
Speaker 1: the birds flew away to their nests. Now sleepy themselves
Speaker 1: they were. The ocean thanked the birds for their help,
Speaker 1: but did not give up. It reached out to the
Speaker 1: crickets who stayed awake all night, and asked them to
Speaker 1: play their musical chirps. For this little boy. They agreed,
Speaker 1: rubbing their wings together and chirping along to a bedtime tune.
Speaker 1: The night became noisy with the soothing sounds of a
Speaker 1: summer night, with the crickets making music together all around
Speaker 1: the tiny island. But their noise began to fade. They
Speaker 1: saw the boy was still tossing and turning. It's not working.
Speaker 1: I can't sleep, Maverick told the ocean. But the ocean
Speaker 1: cared for this little boy and decided to keep trying.
Speaker 1: The waves reached out to the wind, who often soothed
Speaker 1: other children to sleep in the village. The wind responded,
Speaker 1: rustling through the leaves of the trees with a soft
Speaker 1: hushing sound. Hush, hushsh it said all around the village.
Speaker 1: The clouds above noticed the hush of the wind blowing.
Speaker 1: They did not want to be left out, so as
Speaker 1: the soft wind blue, the clouds opened up and released
Speaker 1: a light, soft rain. The soft pitter patters landed on
Speaker 1: the little boy's window sell and danced on the roof.
Speaker 1: Big rain drops, big round ones pip and plopped along
Speaker 1: their own sleepy tune. The drip of the rain drops
Speaker 1: mixed it sounds and with the breeze through the trees,
Speaker 1: and the soft crash of the waves, creating the ultimate
Speaker 1: trio of soothing sounds. All the little boys and girls
Speaker 1: on the island were now surely asleep, all of them
Speaker 1: except one. Maverick yawned and stretched, struggled to find a
Speaker 1: comfy spot. He was still holding on to those worries
Speaker 1: about tomorrow Morrow. No matter how calm and soothing the
Speaker 1: sounds of nature outside his window were, it was not enough.
Speaker 1: But the ocean still had one last hope. It called
Speaker 1: out to someone else who loved the boy just as
Speaker 1: much as the ocean did. A soft scratch sounded on
Speaker 1: Maverick's door. He looked toward it as his dog, Grew
Speaker 1: pushed the door open with her nose. She patted in
Speaker 1: quietly over to him. Rue jumped up onto his bed
Speaker 1: and nuzzled her way under his arm, curling up beside him.
Speaker 1: After just a few minutes, her soft belly rose up
Speaker 1: she drifted off to sleep under the little boy's arm.
Speaker 1: He held his dog tightly, feeling loved and safe. Her
Speaker 1: warm fur made him sleepy as his eyes finally began
Speaker 1: to close. Cuddled up with his cozy pup, Maverick finally
Speaker 1: let his worries go and drifted off to sleep. As
Speaker 1: they drifted off to see outside, the waves crashed lightly
Speaker 1: against the shore, sending a quiet shh shhh through the
Speaker 1: little Boy's open window. The ocean silently thanked the dog
Speaker 1: for helping its favorite little boy go to sleep. Well,
Speaker 1: my friends, as we lay in our comfy beds with
Speaker 1: our comfy blankets and pillows, I wish you all very
Speaker 1: happy dreams. Good night, my friends. But b