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. One quiet evening, before
Speaker 1: the sun had set, Nora walked down the beach along
Speaker 1: the line where the surf met the sand. The waves
Speaker 1: crashed gently on her toes, making her giggle. Out Of
Speaker 1: all the places in the world, Norah loved the beach
Speaker 1: the most. Sometimes she imagined she was a wave out
Speaker 1: in the ocean, or a seagull flying overhead. She watched
Speaker 1: one fly past and called out to it. Norah chirped
Speaker 1: to the bird, her arms outstretched like wings. She closed
Speaker 1: her eyes and imagined it heading home to its nest
Speaker 1: and tucking itself in for the night. Nora went back
Speaker 1: to collecting seashells and marveling it all the different colors
Speaker 1: and shapes. Inside her bucket was a rainbow assortment of
Speaker 1: all the best shells that were to find. She almost
Speaker 1: missed one. As she went to take her next step.
Speaker 1: There just in front of her was the most strange
Speaker 1: looking seashell. It had no color and its shape was
Speaker 1: like a circle who had melted in the sun. Its
Speaker 1: curved edge as bumpy as the waves. As Norah placed
Speaker 1: it in her hand, she could see her palm and
Speaker 1: fingers through it. Wow, it was see through, but cloudy
Speaker 1: like a foggy day. Norah put her bucket down in
Speaker 1: the sand and with her two hands she held the
Speaker 1: shell up to her eyes and looked through. Norah's eyes
Speaker 1: focused on the shell, expecting to see the ocean she
Speaker 1: was facing through it, but in dead everything was deep blue.
Speaker 1: Bubbles passed by, floating slowly up to the surface. Then
Speaker 1: Nora herself felt like she was floating up beside them.
Speaker 1: Nora was a bubble. She was now floating slowly making
Speaker 1: her way through the quiet blue ocean. Bubbles didn't need
Speaker 1: any help to rise to the air, so Norah twirled
Speaker 1: and danced as she made her way up. At the surface,
Speaker 1: bubble Nora popped and became a wave, gliding over the
Speaker 1: deep blue ocean water towards the shore. The current was
Speaker 1: moving her, so Nora the wave enjoyed the ride. As
Speaker 1: it approached the sand, she grew into a bigger wave
Speaker 1: and picked up even more speed. Norah dropped the clear shell,
Speaker 1: startled by the quick race towards the sand, and realized
Speaker 1: she was still standing in the same place, and she
Speaker 1: was still Nora, not a bubble or a wave. Wow,
Speaker 1: that was amazing, she said. Remember, Nora had always dreamed
Speaker 1: of being part of the ocean. I wonder if I
Speaker 1: can do it again. Curious, Norah brought the seashell back
Speaker 1: up to examine once again, looking through it down towards
Speaker 1: the sand. This time, now Norah was a tiny little
Speaker 1: pebble tucked in snug alongside the others making up the
Speaker 1: soft sand beach. It was a warm, cozy feeling being
Speaker 1: nestled in among the others. The tide tried to make
Speaker 1: the waves reach out for her and her fellow pebbles,
Speaker 1: but she was tucked in too far from the ocean.
Speaker 1: She felt the warmth of the sun as it rose
Speaker 1: high into the sky, and then the cool of the
Speaker 1: moonlight as it grew dark. The stars twinkled and winked
Speaker 1: above her. Nora was a sleepy little grain of sand,
Speaker 1: and when she yawned, the seashell slipped from her grasp
Speaker 1: and Nora was once again back in her own human body,
Speaker 1: her toes buried in the sand and the rest of
Speaker 1: her standing up above it. Maybe it's time to head
Speaker 1: back home. The sun was now setting, and as she
Speaker 1: gazed at the beautiful sunset, Nora new she had to
Speaker 1: look at one last thing. Holding the clear magical shell
Speaker 1: back up to her face, Norah looked through it at
Speaker 1: the colors of the sky. She took a deep breath
Speaker 1: and became the streaks of the orange painted through the clouds.
Speaker 1: The orange was brushed over the clouds like paint. Then
Speaker 1: the orange colored Norah melted into a soft pink, and
Speaker 1: she felt soft and fluffy. Among the clouds. She drifted
Speaker 1: into a deep red color, floating along until she landed
Speaker 1: in a deep night blue. Noura could have happily stayed
Speaker 1: there as the blue of the night sky, but the
Speaker 1: moon scooped her up on its way. She made its
Speaker 1: way up into the clouds, Norah curled up in its
Speaker 1: crescent shape. It made a nice cozy bed. She grabbed
Speaker 1: the clouds around her and pulled them in close, using
Speaker 1: them as a fluffy blanket. Closing her eyes, Nora returned
Speaker 1: to the beach holding the seashell. Oh I was so
Speaker 1: cozy and sleepy, she sighed. Nora reached for the moon
Speaker 1: through her clear seashell, and she passed right through one arm,
Speaker 1: then the next, Climbing right through. Norah curled herself back
Speaker 1: into the curve of the moon and fell asleep. Well,
Speaker 1: my friends, I hope you have a very good night,
Speaker 1: very good dreams. Good night, my friends,