Speaker 1: Hello friends, and welcome to bedtime Stories with mister Jim. Oh.
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. Once upon a time,
Speaker 1: in a quiet apple orchard, there lived an apple tree.
Speaker 1: Every year she grew the reddest and juiciest apples in
Speaker 1: the orchard. Families from all across town would come visit
Speaker 1: her and pick the apples from her branches. Her apples
Speaker 1: were so delicious that at the end of every season,
Speaker 1: every last apple had always been picked. Every year. It
Speaker 1: was the same until one apple season a windstorm hit
Speaker 1: the apple orchard. A strong gust blew through her branches,
Speaker 1: shaking her leaves and apples. She tried to hold on
Speaker 1: to them, to save them for the happy families, but
Speaker 1: the wind was just too strong. An apple fell from
Speaker 1: the big apple tree, tumbling onto the grass. It rolled away,
Speaker 1: settled in a soft patch of grass, hidden from the
Speaker 1: orchard goers. There it laid as over time the apple
Speaker 1: withered away, leaving small seeds scattered on the dirt. Relying
Speaker 1: on the wind and the animals, The seeds eventually burrowed
Speaker 1: their way under the cool earth, just like the mama
Speaker 1: apple tree had grown years before. One of the seeds
Speaker 1: began to sprout green shoots pushed their way up, up, up,
Speaker 1: until they popped right out of the soil. The little
Speaker 1: seed was no longer just an apple seed. It was
Speaker 1: now on its way to becoming a tree. It began
Speaker 1: to grow. Think if I grow just a little taller,
Speaker 1: I will be higher than the grass. So the little
Speaker 1: seedling sprouted tiny little roots and sent them reaching deep
Speaker 1: down into the soil looking for food and water. Then
Speaker 1: it stretched up tall, higher and higher than the grass.
Speaker 1: From its new view, the little seedling saw bushes all around.
Speaker 1: If I grow a little taller, I can see over
Speaker 1: these bushes. Again, the seedling pressed its roots deep into
Speaker 1: the ground, spreading them out as they became larger and sturdier.
Speaker 1: Its shoots grew stronger too, and the seedling felt an
Speaker 1: exciting change about to happen. It was now a sapling
Speaker 1: and taller than the bushes. The sapling watched as the
Speaker 1: grown up trees all around the orchard began growing apples
Speaker 1: for the families who visited. When will I grow apples,
Speaker 1: wondered the sapling. The wind blew a light breeze, swaying
Speaker 1: the sapling and whispering, when you are ready. First, you
Speaker 1: must grow big and strong. So the sapling continued to
Speaker 1: grow year in and year out, becoming stronger and wider.
Speaker 1: Branches appeared from its trunk and began to reach out
Speaker 1: towards the other trees. The sapling grew into a young tree,
Speaker 1: growing bright green leaves in the warm spring in summer air,
Speaker 1: then dropping them all in the fall. Its branches rattled
Speaker 1: through the winter cold, but the young tree kept growing
Speaker 1: until finally it was as tall as its mama tree.
Speaker 1: Springtime came again, and this time, instead of just leaves,
Speaker 1: the little tree began sprouting flowers throughout its branches. Its time,
Speaker 1: whispered the wind as it brushed each white and pink flower.
Speaker 1: Little tree soaked up all the warm summer sun with
Speaker 1: its leaves, making food for the flowers to grow. The
Speaker 1: little tree received its first visitors that summer. The buzz
Speaker 1: of the bumblebees vibrated through the air. Their quick wings
Speaker 1: tickled the little apple tree as they landed on the flowers,
Speaker 1: pollinating them so they could transform. The little apple tree
Speaker 1: thought it seemed like magic that its little bee visitors
Speaker 1: had the power to pollinate her flowers and change them
Speaker 1: into something else. Thank you, the little apple tree called
Speaker 1: out to the bees as they visited. They buzzed in response,
Speaker 1: drinking the nectar from the flowers. The air began to cool.
Speaker 1: The flowers were growing heavy. All around the apple orchard.
Speaker 1: Flower petals were dropping from the branches of the trees.
Speaker 1: The wind swept them up and away, sending flower petals
Speaker 1: dancing through the air before floating back down to earth.
Speaker 1: Here they come, the wind whispered to the little apple
Speaker 1: tree as its first apples began to grow. The sweet
Speaker 1: smell of fruit filled the air. As all of the
Speaker 1: blossoms in the orchard turned to apples, The little trees
Speaker 1: apples were red, just like Mahma's tree. A little tree
Speaker 1: was proud as it watched the apples on its branches
Speaker 1: grow bigger and rounder. This is hard work, thought the
Speaker 1: little apple tree. Is it strained to hold all of
Speaker 1: the heavy apples on its branches. The cold air of
Speaker 1: fall stayed all day and all night. It was now
Speaker 1: time for the families to return to the apple orchard.
Speaker 1: A little tree waded in excitement all night, hoping that
Speaker 1: families would like its apples. The sun rose sleepily over
Speaker 1: the hills that morning, bringing with it the first wave
Speaker 1: of people. They filtered through the orchard, picking golden, delicious
Speaker 1: and granny smiths on their way over towards the red
Speaker 1: apple trees. Then the families all went to Mame tree first,
Speaker 1: picking her prized apples and putting them in their bags.
Speaker 1: A girl noticed the little apple tree. Wow, look at
Speaker 1: these apples. She plucked two bright juicy ones from the
Speaker 1: little trees branches. She wiped one off a bit. The
Speaker 1: apple made a loud crunch, and the girls smiled. She
Speaker 1: tasted the sweet juicy apple that the little tree had grown. Wow. Well,
Speaker 1: my friends, I hope you all have a very great
Speaker 1: sleep and very sweet dreams. I'll see you next time. Friends.
Speaker 1: Good night,