Bedtime Reading

In a kingdom that sprawled far and wide, Lived a dragon named Blaze, a wizard of pride. He lived in the mountains, alone and serene, With a heart full of magic, his life was supreme. But one fateful day, as he roamed the skies, He heard of a curse, which came as a surprise. Three witches had cast it, with all of their might, And the kingdom was shrouded, in an eerie night. Baffled and worried, Blaze went to the town, Where the curse was spreading, and many had drowned. He met with the people, with faces so grim, And pledged to help them, to break the curse and win. He searched for the witches, in the deepest of caves, Where the shadows loomed large, and spirits misbehaved. But as he approached, he was met with a spell, And he felt himself falling, into a dark, dreary well. Blaze was undaunted, and his heart was brave, He fought the witches, with all of his power and his magic's wave. And after a battle, with bolts and with spells, He shattered the curse, and

Once in a land of green and gold, Where mountains rose and rivers rolled, There lived a young and fearless hare, Who dreamed of a quest both brave and rare. He longed to find the legendary gem, A stone of power that shone like a diadem, Its magic could heal the sick and weak, And make the meek and timid speak. So, off he set with a determined pace, Across the hills and through the open space, He met a mouse who joined his quest, And a squirrel who offered her nest. Together they journeyed through the woods, Braving dangers and avoiding those up to no good, They crossed a river with currents strong, And climbed a mountain tall and long. At last, they came upon a dark cave, Where the gem was said to be held safe, But a giant troll stood in their way, And challenged them to a battle that day. The hare fought bravely, swift and true, The mouse dodged and weaved, and bit too, The squirrel chattered, and distracted the beast, And together they defeated the troll with ease. The gem was theirs

Once in a meadow, so bright and so green, Lived a tiny ant, whose name was McQueen. But this little ant, was quite different you see, He was awfully lazy, as lazy as can be. While other ants worked hard day and night, McQueen would just lounge, basking in sunlight. He'd never lift a leg, or do any chore, For he believed in resting, and nothing more. His ant friends would beg him, to lend a hand, But McQueen would just shrug, and continue to stand, "I'll do it tomorrow," he'd lazily say, And put off all work, day after day. The other ants sighed, as they trudged along, Wondering why McQueen refused to belong To their busy colony, where everyone tried, To do their part, and work side by side. But one fateful day, a storm cloud appeared, And rain started pouring, a sight to be feared. All the ants scurried, to find a safe place, But McQueen just sat there, with a blank face. Soon the flood waters rose, and swept everything away, And all the ants struggled, to keep th

In a cozy coop, nestled in the hay, Tweep, the Easter chick, was born one day. With feathers so soft and a beak so sweet, She pecked at the shell, her heart skipping a beat. But Tweep was small, and she struggled to stand, Her legs gave up, on every command. She looked up to her mother, who clucked with concern, For she knew Tweep would be in danger, at every turn. Days went by, and Tweep grew strong, She learned to peck, to chirp, to sing a song. But Easter was coming, and Tweep was afraid, For she'd heard of the foxes who loved to raid. She watched as her siblings went off to play, But Tweep was afraid and wanted to stay. Her mother said, "You must face your fear, For Easter is coming, and we need you here." So Tweep took a deep breath and spread her wings, She soared through the air, she heard the birds sing. And when the foxes came, she stood up tall, She squawked and she pecked, and she gave them her all. The foxes retreated, and Tweep saved the day, She'd overco

Once upon a time, in a meadow so fair, Lived a bunny named Twitch, a happy little hare, With a nose that wiggled and his fur a bluish grey, He spent his days eating carrots and hay. One day, as he hopped through the lush meadow, He found a hurdle, tall and narrow. With a deep breath and a heart full of glee, He leaped with all his might, as high as could be. But oh, alas, he fell with a thud, His legs ached, he felt like a dud. He couldn't move, not even a bit, And so he sat there, feeling unfit. Days went by, and Twitch's pain grew, His friends brought him carrots, hoping he'd renew. But Twitch just sat there, unable to play, Feeling sad and helpless, day by day. But then one day, as he sat in the sun, He saw a butterfly, fluttering, having fun. It too had faced a struggle, but still it soared, And that's when Twitch knew, he couldn't stay floored. With a deep breath and a heart full of fight, He pushed himself up, with all his might. His legs still hurt, but he di

In a land where dragons roam, And the trees are known to groan, Lived a little girl with a heart so bold, Her story's one that's never been told. Her name was Lily, with eyes like the sky, And a smile that could make the grumpiest sigh, She loved to play and skip and hop, And chase the bumblebees until they'd stop. But one day, when she went out to play, She stumbled upon a mystery, that came her way, A talking toad, with a tale to tell, Of a magical land, where wishes dwell. Lily was curious, she wanted to see, This magical land, so wild and free, So she took the toad's advice, and set out, On a journey that was filled with doubt. She faced trolls and giants, and monsters so grand, But with courage and wit, she took them all in hand, She crossed raging rivers, and climbed lofty peaks, And never once did she give in to defeat. And at last, she found the magical land, Where wishes came true, with the wave of a hand, She wished for peace and love and joy, For all the worl