Speaker 1: Hello friends, and welcome to bedtime Stories with mister jim Ho.
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. The sun was setting
Speaker 1: over the little cottage where Ziggy the Wizard lived. The
Speaker 1: day had ended, and Ziggy was getting ready for bed.
Speaker 1: He brushed his teeth and changed into his black cat pajamas.
Speaker 1: Then the little Wizard lied down in bed, but sleep
Speaker 1: did not come. Oh maybe if I had different color blankets,
Speaker 1: I could sleep better, thought Ziggy. The big yellow stars
Speaker 1: covering his comforter were much too bright. So Ziggy grabbed
Speaker 1: his wand and gave it a wave. The stars twinkled
Speaker 1: out one by one. The blanket was now just a
Speaker 1: dark blue of an empty sky. Too empty, murmured Ziggy.
Speaker 1: The stars might have been too bright, but they still
Speaker 1: needed something. He tapped the blankets, making moons and asked,
Speaker 1: rods appear. Ah, that's better The little wizard tried to
Speaker 1: close his eyes again, but the world outside was much
Speaker 1: too noisy. He could hear the hooting of owls and
Speaker 1: chirping of crickets. There were bowl frogs croaking and bad squeaking.
Speaker 1: It was all much too loud. Ziggy waved his wand
Speaker 1: toward the window and all of the creature's sounds disappeared.
Speaker 1: Now he listened and heard nothing. Oh now it's too quiet.
Speaker 1: Ziggy needed something rhythmic and soothing to listen to as
Speaker 1: he tried to sleep. He waved his wand, making a
Speaker 1: wavy lake appear outside his window. He listened as the
Speaker 1: waves touched the shore. The sound of the slow lapping
Speaker 1: water was just what he needed. Ah, wonderful, Ziggy smiled.
Speaker 1: He rolled over to get some shut eye, but felt
Speaker 1: something lumpy in his mattress. He tried to smooth it out,
Speaker 1: but the bump kept coming back. The mattress was just
Speaker 1: too hard. This won't do. He shook his head. Ziggy
Speaker 1: tapped it with his wand and the mattress became a cloud.
Speaker 1: It was so fluffy that he sank into it. Ziggy
Speaker 1: pulled himself up from the top of the cloud mattress
Speaker 1: or too soft. Another tap, and his bed became the fluffy,
Speaker 1: furry back of a polar bear. Growled the bear, Oh
Speaker 1: too furry. Ziggy quickly tapped the bear mattress again, turning
Speaker 1: the polar bear into a bed of soft flower petals.
Speaker 1: Ziggy began to sniffle, and his nose began to itch.
Speaker 1: He felt a sneeze coming, and as he let it go,
Speaker 1: he tapped his wand once more a shoe, the flower
Speaker 1: bed transformed back into a soft, squishy mattress. This time
Speaker 1: the lumps were gone. Ziggy listened to the peaceful waves
Speaker 1: on his soft, lump free bed. His night light shined
Speaker 1: bright in the corner of his room. Oh too brightly,
Speaker 1: thought Ziggy. So with the flick of his wand the
Speaker 1: night light went out. Now it was you, you know what?
Speaker 1: Too dark. He waved his wand towards the ceiling, and
Speaker 1: the sun appeared above. Oh too bright again, Ziggy shook
Speaker 1: his head and tried once more. The sun moved across
Speaker 1: his ceiling, down the wall, and slowly set behind his bed.
Speaker 1: Ziggy's wand waved and brought out fireflies to replace it
Speaker 1: much better. They flew lazily around over his bed, casting
Speaker 1: just enough light in his room. Ziggy settled back into
Speaker 1: his bed and closed his eyes. The lapping of the
Speaker 1: lake outside made him think about the cool water. Suddenly,
Speaker 1: Ziggy's mouth felt dry. I wish I had some cool
Speaker 1: water inside, he said. With a wave of his wand,
Speaker 1: Ziggy created a stream. It ran through his bedroom floor below. Oops,
Speaker 1: too much water. He waved it again, and the stream
Speaker 1: flowed into a cup. Sitting on his bedside table, Ziggy
Speaker 1: gulped it down. Ah. Now he hoped to get some sleep.
Speaker 1: What else could he need? Ziggy closed his eyes and
Speaker 1: began to drift off HM. Then he remembered he never
Speaker 1: read his favorite bedtime story. His eyes popped open, and
Speaker 1: his favorite book wiggled off the shelf toward him. Ziggy
Speaker 1: tapped the pages with his wand and waited. The pictures
Speaker 1: wiggled and lifted themselves up from the page one by one.
Speaker 1: The Knight appeared first, pulling his horse off the page
Speaker 1: after him. Then the castle rose up, ready to be protected.
Speaker 1: A flame fired out from the pages, and the dragon
Speaker 1: pulled itself free. Ziggy watched as his favorite story played
Speaker 1: out on top of his blankets. The knight rode his
Speaker 1: horse around the kingdom, ready to defend it. Then the
Speaker 1: dragon approached the castle. Everything was fine until the dragon
Speaker 1: blew his fiery breath. Ziggy's blankets began to smoke, and
Speaker 1: he quickly tapped them with his wand to put it out.
Speaker 1: The night eventually stopped. The dragon and Ziggy cheered as
Speaker 1: they became friends. Then the pictures floated down toward the
Speaker 1: pages and sank back into the book. Ziggy yawned, has
Speaker 1: his favorite story book closed itself back up and floated
Speaker 1: toward the shelf where it nestled itself in for the night.
Speaker 1: Was he finally ready for sleep? Ziggy hoped, so. He
Speaker 1: gave him one good stretch, closed his eyes, and finally
Speaker 1: drifted off to sleep. May you friends, have very sweet
Speaker 1: dreams tonight. Good night,