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. Okay, Ray, Time to
Speaker 1: roll out the sleeping bags. Ray's family was at their
Speaker 1: usual campsite out by the lake. They always went camping
Speaker 1: here during the summer when the air was warm all
Speaker 1: night long, which was good because Ray's family didn't camp intents.
Speaker 1: They loved sleeping under the stars. They would lie a
Speaker 1: big blanket down on the ground place their sleeping bags
Speaker 1: on top. The beach was the best spot because there
Speaker 1: weren't any trees to block their view of the sky.
Speaker 1: All done, Dad Ray said once everyone's sleeping bag was
Speaker 1: rolled out over the blanket on the soft sand. Her
Speaker 1: favorite thing about rolling out the sleeping bags was getting
Speaker 1: to place them anywhere she wanted. This time, she put
Speaker 1: everyone in a star formation, with their feet all meeting
Speaker 1: in the middle. Ray smiled at her handiwork and then
Speaker 1: ran to help her brother and sister collect sticks to
Speaker 1: roast marshmallows on. After Ray Jet and Anne collected three
Speaker 1: of the biggest sticks they could find, their dad whittled
Speaker 1: the tips down to make the perfect roasting sticks. Ray
Speaker 1: poked a triple stack of marshmallows on her stick, then
Speaker 1: roasted them until they were ooey, gooey, golden brown mmm.
Speaker 1: The three siblings stayed up, laughing and lunching marshmallows until
Speaker 1: their mom called to them and said, okay, you three,
Speaker 1: time to wiggle into those sleeping bags. Ray got in
Speaker 1: and pulled their sleeping bag up to her shoulders, pretending
Speaker 1: to be a little caterpillar snuggled up inside of her cocoon.
Speaker 1: She imagined waking up to the sunshine as a beautiful butterfly.
Speaker 1: Ray tried to fall asleep, but she wasn't tired at all,
Speaker 1: not one bit. She wondered if anyone else was having
Speaker 1: trouble falling asleep. Ray wiggled her left foot towards her
Speaker 1: brother Jets across the star, then her right towards her
Speaker 1: sister Anne's at her side. They wiggled their feet right back.
Speaker 1: Their giggles were only quieted by their dad's voice. All right,
Speaker 1: you wiggly giggle monsters, quiet down now. So Ray kept
Speaker 1: her feet to herself and watched the night sky. She
Speaker 1: listened to the gentle ways from the beach and stared
Speaker 1: at the inky black sky above and all the stars
Speaker 1: scattered throughout it. The stars twinkled down at her, and
Speaker 1: Ray imagined they were excited to see her once again.
Speaker 1: Hello stars. They looked so close she felt like she
Speaker 1: could touch them if she tried, so she did. Ray
Speaker 1: reached both hands up above her as she lay down
Speaker 1: on the ground in her sleeping bag. She wiggled her
Speaker 1: fingers at the stars and they seemed to wiggle back.
Speaker 1: Ray giggled and whispered, stars, are you copying me? And
Speaker 1: she twisted her hands to the left and right. The
Speaker 1: stars rocked back and mirroring her movements. Ray pulled her
Speaker 1: fingertips through the stars like she would run her fingertips
Speaker 1: through the lake, slowly back and forth. Her movement sent
Speaker 1: a ripple through the darkness in space. The stars swirled
Speaker 1: behind her hands as they went I wonder, Ray began
Speaker 1: to ask. She pinched a star and pulled it towards
Speaker 1: her pop the star came out small and glowing. She
Speaker 1: was amazed and started to pluck more stars from the sky,
Speaker 1: cupping them in her hand. When she could hold no
Speaker 1: more stars, she shook them and watched them twinkle and
Speaker 1: shine through her fingers, Still speaking softly so she didn't
Speaker 1: wake anyone, Ray counted three, two, one, Then she tossed
Speaker 1: the stars up in front of her. They soared around
Speaker 1: in all directions, shooting stars and falling stars, moving across
Speaker 1: the sky and down towards the sand, before returning to
Speaker 1: nestle back into the inky, black night sky. As the
Speaker 1: stars settled down, Ray yawn Her eyelids were growing heavy,
Speaker 1: and she gave herself a nice stretch, and as she did,
Speaker 1: her hand accidentally grazed a star, making a distinctive musical tink.
Speaker 1: Ray used her fingers to flick another star, and sure
Speaker 1: enough she heard another note. Ray began touching the stars
Speaker 1: in rhythm, singing softly along with the notes. Twin, Twinkle,
Speaker 1: little Star. She yawned again and gave a sleepy smile.
Speaker 1: Her eyelids had become much too heavy to keep them
Speaker 1: open at all. Ray lowered her arms and curled them
Speaker 1: up in her sleeping bag under the musical, magical stars
Speaker 1: and fell asleep. Well, my friends, it is time to
Speaker 1: fall asleep. And I wonder if those stars are real.
Speaker 1: I wonder if we touched the stars, they couldn't make
Speaker 1: a sound, and you couldn't make a song from touching
Speaker 1: each of them. As we sleep under our twinkly stars,
Speaker 1: and you have very sweet dreams. Good night friends,