Bedtime Stories For Kids (2 in 1): Sleep Stories& Guided Meditation For Toddlers& Children To Help Fall Asleep, Overcome Anxiety& Insomnia + Relaxation& Mindfulness (Ages 2-6 3-5)

By Meditation Made Effortless

• Language: English
• Publisher: Joseph Knight
• Release date: Jun 11, 2020
• ISBN: 9781989838396

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Bedtime Stories For Kids (2 in 1): Sleep Stories& Guided Meditation For Toddlers& Children To Help Fall Asleep, Overcome Anxiety& Insomnia + Relaxation& Mindfulness (Ages 2-6 3-5)

By Meditation Made Effortless

The Fantastic Elephant! Bedtime Stories for Kids: Fantasy Sleep Stories & Guided Meditation To Help Children & Toddlers Fall Asleep Fast, Develop Mindfulness& Relax (Ages 2-6 3-5)

By Meditation Made Effortless

Nobody Believes Winston (17min)      2

The Cutest Penguin (24min)      5

The Clumsy Prince (22min)      8

The Friendly Monster (18min)      11

The Dream Givers (19min)      14

Calm (18min)      17

Rhino Plays Soccer (18min)      19

Baby Bear Gets Lost (18min)      22

The Invisible Flower (19min)      25

Under The Sea (21min)      28

The Treasure Hunters (17min)      31

The Great Food Fight of 1884 (17min)      35

Anna Goes to the Moon (17min)      38

Lenora Saves the Forest (17min)      41

The Good Witch (20min)      44

The Robot Birthday Party (19min)      47

The Animals Say Goodnight (21min)      50

Nobody Believes Winston (16min)

When Winston went to bed, he thought about his day. It was hard being the boy that nobody believed. A lot of things had happened, but nobody believed him.

Just after breakfast, he had gone out to play in the yard. He was only out there for two minutes when four golden eagles swooped down and grabbed him. They whooshed him up into the air and flew around the town.

Winston was scared at first, but he soon found that he enjoyed flying, and he stuck his arms straight in front of him.

Woohoo! yelled Winston.

From high up in the sky, he could see the tops of all the houses. He could even see his own home. All of the people looked like ants from up amongst the clouds.

As he soared, he felt free. The sky was bluer than he ever remembered it, and the rivers and streams looked like long blue snakes.

When the eagles landed back in Winston’s yard, he thanked them all. They bowed their feathered heads and flew away.

Winston went straight inside and told his mother what had happened.

That’s nice, said his mother.

It was obvious that she did not believe him.

Winston sighed. Adults often did not believe kids when it came to things like this. Perhaps, if they believed more, they might get to fly too.

Winston was hungry, so he was happy to find that his mother had prepared him a snack. He popped some blueberries into his mouth and crushed them with his teeth. He could feel the juice squirting around in his tongue.

When he went back outside, he saw the neighbor’s dog walking along the fence like a tightrope walker.

Suddenly the neighbor’s cat started bouncing up and down on the trampoline. It flipped three times in the air and flashed a broad smile at Winston.

There were squirrels in the tree, and they were swinging back and forth, flying between branches, and catching each other as they swung. It all looked just like a circus.

Winston quickly ran inside to get his father.

Dad! Dad! shouted Winston. You have to come and see this.

It took a few minutes of convincing, but Winston’s father eventually followed Winston outside to see what was happening.

When gets got outside, the dog was looking over the fence, his front paws perched on it. The cat was sleeping lazily on the trampoline. And, there were no squirrels anywhere.

But, they were just here, said Winston.

Sure they were, said his father.

Winston wished that his father had been quicker. Surely, he would have seen the animal circus if he had come outside quicker.

It was lunchtime, and Winston’s mother had cut his sandwiches into triangles. They were his favorite, peanut butter and jelly.

Winston took big bites, and the peanut butter and jelly mixture smeared up his cheeks. He wiped it with the back of his hand, but that only smeared some onto his forehead.

After lunch, Winston took a walk into the forest at the back of his house. There as a small creek there that he loved to play in. He splashed and splooshed, taking his shoes off so that he could stomp around in the water.

Not long after arriving at the creek, a massive Viking longboat sailed down it. When they got to Winston, they invited him aboard. He did so willingly.

They sailed off to the ocean and looked for mysterious islands. Far from the land, the sea shone like precious gems, blues and greens and blacks, and spots of sparkling white.

The Vikings were ready to turn around when pirates attacked. A cannonball from a cannon narrowly missed them, and Winston helped the captain to turn the ship around and take them back to the creek.

Winston was happy to be safely back on dry land, and he waved to the Vikings as they went off on another adventure.

When Winston arrived at home, just in time for dinner, he thought about telling his parents what had happened, but they probably wouldn’t believe him. Adults were not very good at believing things that didn’t usually happen to them.

Dinner was cheesy pasta with lots of bright green broccoli. Winston pretended that the broccoli pieces were trees and that he was a giant.

After dinner, he went outside and saw that an actual giant was trying to eat the tree in his yard.

Don’t do that, said Winston.

Why not? asked the giant.

Because squirrels live there. You don’t want to eat them, do you? asked Winston with a smile.

I guess not, said the giant. Can I eat you instead?

Definitely not, said Winston.

Why not? asked the giant.

Because I do not want to be eaten, said Winston.

Yes, that makes sense, said the giant. I would not want to be eaten either.

Who are you talking to? asked Winston’s mother from the back door.

A giant, said Winston. But, when he looked up, the giant had disappeared. He must have been scared of mothers.

That’s nice, said Winston’s mother. Come on in, it’s time for bed.

Winston was tired after his eventful day, and he did not put up much of a fight. There would be time tomorrow for more fun, after all.

As he lay in bed, he thought about flying with eagles, watching an animal circus, sailing with Vikings, and talking with a giant. It had been a good day, though not as fun as when he had flown to the moon.

Goodnight, said Winston’s mother.

Goodnight, said Winston.

I love you, said Winston’s mother.

I love you too, said Winston.

His mother turned on his nightlight and closed the door. Winston lay in bed and thought about what tomorrow would hold.

Outside of his window, Winston could see the moon. Not everyone could see the moon’s face, but Winston could.

The moon winked at Winston, and Winston winked back. After that, he fell into a deep sleep, full of dreams.

The Cutest Penguin (22min)

There is a legend amongst the penguins, and if you could speak penguin, you would know what it was. 

Of course, people cannot speak the penguin language, so the legend is only known to them. 

Pepe, the smallest penguin in her clan, knew the legend very well. Her grandmother had told her the story many times as she lay in bed at night. 

She would read from her old book, crafted from the petals of the ice flowers, and written with squid ink. 

The legend was that of the cutest penguin. 

Somewhere out there, there was a penguin, and that penguin was the cutest penguin that was ever seen. 

Pepe asked her grandmother who the cutest penguin was, but she did not know. The legend had been passed down from generation to generation, but no one had ever found the cutest penguin in the whole world. 

So, Pepe decided to find the cutest penguin all by herself. When she woke up after a night full of sweet dreams, she went off in search of the mythical penguin, the cutest penguin in the world. 

First, she checked her family. They were all very cute, but she did not think that they were the cutest in the world. Next, she checked all of her friends. She had to admit that she had some cute friends, but they were not the cutest in the world. Pepe knew that she had to widen her search. 

She went to the ice cliffs next, where the tallest penguins would hang out. They liked to stand up as high as they could, and look out over the lands. From way up there, they could see to the farthest reaches of the world. 

Pepe checked all of the penguins that were stood there, but she did not think that she had found the cutest one in the world, though they were all very tall. 

From all the way up here, have you ever seen the cutest penguin in the world? asked Pepe. 

We have not, they answered. 

Pepe was not put off, and she left to go and search for the cutest penguin in the world. The easiest way to get down from the ice cliffs was to slide down the giant ice slide on the other side of the cliffs. 

Pepe slid down the massive slide with a cry of woohoo! She stuck her feet up in the air and laughed as the breeze whizzed past her face. It felt for a moment as if she were flying. When she got to the bottom, she tried to think where she wanted to go next. She decided to go to the fishing pools. 

There were fishing pools close to where she and her family lived, and that was where they caught all of their fish. There were always lots of penguins at the fishing pools, and if she was going to find the cutest penguin in the world, there was a good chance that she would find it there. 

Pepe waddled over the thick ice, seeing shadows down below. There were whales down there. They were large creatures, but they were friendly too. She had seen one once when she had been swimming, and it had swum with her for a while. It felt like swimming with a giant. 

When Pepe reached the fishing pools, there were lots of penguins there. Some penguins were diving into the water, and some had little fishing rods, long strings attached to found pieces of wood. 

There were lots of fish being caught, and Pepe looked forward to some delicious fish for dinner. Before that, though, she would find the cutest penguin in the world.  

Pepe talked to a lot of the penguins that were there. None of them had seen the cutest penguin in the world. All of the penguins who were fishing were cute, but Pepe was sure that the cutest penguin in the world was not there.

Pepe’s brother was there catching fish. She said a quick hello to him before she continued her quest. The sun was high in the sky, and Pepe enjoyed the warmth from the sky above and the coolness from the ice and snow below. Her next stop was the trading post. 

On the far end of the west iceberg, there was a small dock. The penguin traders from the lands all around would come there and trade their goods. Sometimes they would trade fish, and other times they would trade beautiful trinkets, like colorful feathers and cool rocks. If anyone was going to know where the cutest penguin was, it would be them. 

Perhaps, thought Pepe, the cutest penguin lives in a faraway land, and that is why I have never seen them. 

Pepe got to the docks as a boat was pulling in. There were already three boats docked there, and one was just leaving. Pepe would often come down to the docks just to see the boats. Each one was a different shape and color. 

She talked to some of the traders, asking them if they knew where the