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Storyberries: Bedtime Stories, Fairy Tales and Poems for Kids!

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If three royal children won't go to sleep, the dragons will be sent in!

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© Benjamin Wilkins 2020
Short Story for Kids written and illustrated by Benjamin Wilkins
Bedtime, Conversation
1. Do you have something like a soft and cuddly dragon that helps you get to sleep? Why do you think soft and cuddly things can help us sleep?

2. What is something that always helps you sleep?

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Good NIght, Sleep Tight, Don't Let The Dragons Bite | Bedtime Stories

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by If three royal children won't go to sleep, the dragons will be sent in! © Benjamin Wilkins 2020 Bedtime, Conversation 1. Do you have something like a soft and cuddly dragon that helps you get to sleep? Why do you think soft and cuddly things can help us sleep?

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Storyberries: Bedtime Stories, Fairy Tales and Poems for Kids!

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Once upon a time there was a wood-mouse, and her name was Mrs. Tittlemouse. She lived in a bank under a hedge.
Such a funny house! There were yards and yards of sandy passages, leading to storerooms and nut-cellars and seed-cellars, all amongst the roots of the hedge.
There was a kitchen, a parlour, a pantry, and a larder.
Also, there was Mrs. Tittlemouse's bedroom, where she slept in a little box bed!

Mrs. Tittlemouse was a most terribly tidy particular little mouse, always sweeping and dusting the soft sandy floors.

Sometimes a beetle lost its way in the passages.

"Shuh! shuh! little dirty feet!" said Mrs. Tittlemouse, clattering her dust-pan.

And one day a little old woman ran up and down in a red spotty cloak.
"Your house is on fire, Mother Ladybird! Fly away home to your children!"

Another day, a big fat spider came in to shelter from the rain.

"Beg pardon, is this not Miss Muffet's?"

"Go away, you bold bad spider! Leaving ends of cobweb all over my nice clean house!"

She bundled the spider out at a window.
He let himself down the hedge with a long thin bit of string.

Mrs. Tittlemouse went on her way to a distant storeroom, to fetch cherry-stones and thistle-down seed for dinner.

All along the passage she sniffed, and looked at the floor.

"I smell a smell of honey; is it the cowslips outside, in the hedge? I am sure I can see the marks of little dirty feet."

Suddenly round a corner, she met Babbitty Bumble.
"Zizz, Bizz, Bizzz!" said the bumble bee.

Mrs. Tittlemouse looked at her severely. She wished that she had a broom.

"Good-day, Babbitty Bumble; I should be glad to buy some beeswax. But what are you doing down here? Why do you always come in at a window, and say Zizz, Bizz, Bizzz?" Mrs. Tittlemouse began to get cross.

"Zizz, Wizz, Wizzz!" replied Babbitty Bumble in a peevish squeak. She sidled down a passage, and disappeared into a storeroom which had been used for acorns.

Mrs. Tittlemouse had eaten the acorns before Christmas; the storeroom ought to have been empty.

But it was full of untidy dry moss.

Mrs. Tittlemouse began to pull out the moss. Three or four other bees put their heads out, and buzzed fiercely.
"I am not in the habit of letting lodgings; this is an intrusion!" said Mrs. Tittlemouse. "I will have them turned out-"

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzzz!"-

"I wonder who would help me?" "

Bizz, Wizz, Wizzz!"

-"I will not have Mr. Jackson; he never wipes his feet."

Mrs. Tittlemouse decided to leave the bees till after dinner.

When she got back to the parlour, she heard some one coughing in a fat voice; and there sat Mr. Jackson himself!

He was sitting all over a small rocking-chair, twiddling his thumbs and smiling, with his feet on the fender.

He lived in a drain below the hedge, in a very dirty wet ditch.

"How do you do, Mr. Jackson? Deary me, you have got very wet!"
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mrs. Tittlemouse! I'll sit awhile and dry myself," said Mr. Jackson.

He sat and smiled, and the water dripped off his coat tails. Mrs. Tittlemouse went round with a mop.

He sat such a while that he had to be asked if he would take some dinner?

First she offered him cherry-stones. "Thank you, thank you, Mrs. Tittlemouse! No teeth, no teeth, no teeth!" said Mr. Jackson.

He opened his mouth most unnecessarily wide; he certainly had not a tooth in his head.

Then she offered him thistle-down seed-"Tiddly, widdly, widdly! Pouff, pouff, puff!" said Mr. Jackson. He blew the thistle-down all over the room.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you, Mrs. Tittlemouse! Now what I really-really should like-would be a little dish of honey!"

"I am afraid I have not got any, Mr. Jackson," said Mrs. Tittlemouse.

"Tiddly, widdly, widdly, Mrs. Tittlemouse!" said the smiling Mr. Jackson, "I can smell it; that is why I came to call."

Mr. Jackson rose ponderously from the table, and began to look into the cupboards.

Mrs. Tittlemouse followed him with a dish-cloth, to wipe his large wet footmarks off the parlour floor.

When he had convinced himself that there was no honey in the cupboards, he began to walk down the passage.
"Indeed, indeed, you will stick fast, Mr. Jackson!"

"Tiddly, widdly, widdly, Mrs. Tittlemouse!"

First he squeezed into the pantry.

"Tiddly, widdly, widdly? no honey? no honey, Mrs. Tittlemouse?"

There were three creepy-crawly people hiding in the plate-rack. Two of them got away; but the littlest one he caught.

Then he squeezed into the larder. Miss Butterfly was tasting the sugar; but she flew away out of the window.
"Tiddly, widdly, widdly, Mrs. Tittlemouse; you seem to have plenty of visitors!"

"And without any invitation!" said Mrs. Thomasina Tittlemouse.

They went along the sandy passage- "Tiddly widdly-" "Buzz! Wizz! Wizz!"

He met Babbitty round a corner, and snapped her up, and put her down again.

"I do not like bumble bees. They are all over bristles," said Mr. Jackson, wiping his mouth with his coat-sleeve.

"Get out, you nasty old toad!" shrieked Babbitty Bumble.

"I shall go distracted!" scolded Mrs. Tittlemouse.

She shut herself up in the nut-cellar while Mr. Jackson pulled out the bees-nest. He seemed to have no objection to stings.
When Mrs. Tittlemouse ventured to come out-everybody had gone away.

But the untidiness was something dreadful-"Never did I see such a mess-smears of honey; and moss, and thistledown-and marks of big and little dirty feet-all over my nice clean house!"

She gathered up the moss and the remains of the beeswax.

Then she went out and fetched some twigs, to partly close up the front door.

"I will make it too small for Mr. Jackson!"
She fetched soft soap, and flannel, and a new scrubbing brush from the storeroom. But she was too tired to do any more. First she fell asleep in her chair, and then she went to bed.
"Will it ever be tidy again?" said poor Mrs. Tittlemouse.

Next morning she got up very early and began a spring cleaning which lasted a fortnight.

She swept, and scrubbed, and dusted; and she rubbed up the furniture with beeswax, and polished her little tin spoons.

When it was all beautifully neat and clean, she gave a party to five other little mice, without Mr. Jackson.
He smelt the party and came up the bank, but he could not squeeze in at the door.

So they handed him out acorn-cupfuls of honey-dew through the window, and he was not at all offended.

He sat outside in the sun, and said-"Tiddly, widdly, widdly! Your very good health, Mrs. Tittlemouse!"

Short story for kids by Beatrix Potter
Original illustrations by Beatrix Potter
Header illustration adapted from illustration by Beatrix Potter

Let's Chat About The Stories ~ Ideas for Talking With Kids
Good Manners
1. Mrs Tittlemouse was upset when Mr Jackson came into her house and made a mess without being invited. But she did not tell him not to come back. Why do you think that she didn't she do this?

2. Did Mr Jackson have very good manners coming into the house, looking for honey and having fights, all when he wasn't invited?

3. What do you think are 'good manners'?
Independent Thinking
4. Can you think of some other ways Mrs Tittlemouse could have stopped Mr Jackson from coming into her house without hurting his feelings?

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Beatrix Potter's Tale of Mrs Tittlemouse | Bedtime Stories

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Once upon a time there was a wood-mouse, and her name was Mrs. Tittlemouse. She lived in a bank under a hedge. Such a funny house! There were yards and yards of sandy passages, leading to storerooms and nut-cellars and seed-cellars, all amongst the roots of the hedge.

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Storyberries: Bedtime Stories, Fairy Tales and Poems for Kids!

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Short story for kids written by Jade Maitre

Illustrated by Agnes Antonello

Let's Chat About The Stories ~ Ideas for Talking With Kids
Nature, Environment
1. How do you think islands of plastic arrive in the ocean?

2. Do you think there is anything that you could do, to make sure that plastic does not end up in the ocean?

3. Tiny Mermaid uses her voice to help, even though she is tiny. What do you think this says about helping?

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Tiny Mermaid | Kids Environment Stories | Bedtime Stories

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Nature, Environment 1. How do you think islands of plastic arrive in the ocean? 2. Do you think there is anything that you could do, to make sure that plastic does not end up in the ocean? 3. Tiny Mermaid uses her voice to help, even though she is tiny.

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Storyberries: Bedtime Stories, Fairy Tales and Poems for Kids!

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© Storyberries 2020
LET'S CHAT ABOUT THE BOOK ~ IDEAS FOR TALKING WITH KIDS
Honesty
1. Why do you think Ronald's family stopped believing him when he cried out "Mouse!"

2. What do you think this might say about honesty?
Friendship
1. At first, Ronald is afraid of mice, until he meets one. Do you think it's possible to be wrong about someone until you get to know them?

2. Why do you think getting to know people can sometimes help us to become friends with them?
Courage, Conversation
1. How does Ronald learn not to be scared of mice in this story?

2. Have you ever been scared of something that you are no longer scared of? How did you stop being scared of it?

Poem for Kids written by Jade Maitre

Illustrations by Alina Tkachenko

Music Video: "Hammock Fight" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com), "Improbable" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com), "Batty McFaddin - Slower" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com), "Barroom Ballet" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com), "Jackhammer" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com), "Midday Dance" Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 4.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/4.0/

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The Elephant Who Cried Mouse! | Fairy Tales | Bedtime Stories

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© Storyberries 2020 Honesty 1. Why do you think Ronald's family stopped believing him when he cried out "Mouse!" 2. What do you think this might say about honesty? Friendship 1. At first, Ronald is afraid of mice, until he meets one. Do you think it's possible to be wrong about someone until you get to know them?

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Storyberries: Bedtime Stories, Fairy Tales and Poems for Kids!

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Watch the animated picture book for this story
© Storyberries 2020
Let's Chat About The Stories ~ Ideas for Talking With Kids
Good Manners, Obedience, Independent Thinking
1. Why do you think we have rules of behaviour?

2. If everyone living together on Earth agrees on rules together, do you think they should be followed? Why or why not?
Creativity
1. If you had your own planet, what rules would you make on it?

Bedtime story written by Jade Maitre

Illustrated by Mihailo Tatic

Music Video: Blippy Trance Kevin MacLeod (incompetech.com) Licensed under Creative Commons: By Attribution 3.0 License http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by/3.0/ and Sound Effects: zapsplat.com

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On What Planet Is That Okay?! | Funny Tales | Bedtime Stories

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© Storyberries 2020 Good Manners, Obedience, Independent Thinking 1. Why do you think we have rules of behaviour? 2. If everyone living together on Earth agrees on rules together, do you think they should be followed? Why or why not? Creativity 1. If you had your own planet, what rules would you make on it?