The Talking Puddle

10/09/2025 2 min Temporada 1 Episodio 280

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Episode Synopsis

Visit the “A Bedtime Story” show website to submit your story ideas for a future episode!Rainy days were usually just a little bit boring for Beatrice. She would sit by the window and watch the gray world outside. But today, a puddle had formed right outside her house, and it was a puddle with a secret. As Beatrice watched, the puddle began to shimmer, and she heard a soft, watery whisper."Hello," it gurgled. "Is anyone out there?"Beatrice ran to the front door, pulling on her boots and rain jacket. She splashed right up to the puddle. "Hello!" she said. "You're a talking puddle!""I am!" the puddle replied, its surface rippling with what Beatrice guessed was a happy wiggle. "My name is Splish. And I'm quite full of fascinating stories."Beatrice sat on the curb, fascinated. "What kind of stories?""Oh, all sorts!" Splish gurgled. "Just this morning, I saw a squirrel try to bury a nut in a bush, but he got his tail caught in a rose bush. He had to be rescued by a very kind robin. The robin then taught him a song about the importance of watching where you bury your snacks. It was very dramatic."Beatrice giggled. "That sounds like a great story!"Splish rippled again. "Just yesterday, I reflected the image of a lost toy car, and I showed it the way back to its owner, a little boy named Arthur who had been looking everywhere for it. I'm a bit of a map, you see. I show all the little lost things where to go."For the rest of the afternoon, Beatrice listened to Splish's amazing stories. Splish had seen a snail with a miniature backpack, a ladybug who was a famous opera singer, and a caterpillar who was very picky about which leaf he ate.As the sun began to peek through the clouds, the puddle began to shrink. Beatrice felt a little sad. "Are you going away?" she asked."Oh, just for now," Splish replied, its voice getting softer and softer. "But every time it rains, I'll be back. And I'll have a whole new collection of stories to tell. Just look for the shiniest puddle. That'll be me."Beatrice nodded, a big smile on her face. As the puddle slowly disappeared, she knew that from now on, rainy days would be her favorite days. She'd get to hear all about the secret, silly things that happen when the world gets a little wet.