Hi,
I'm Cara Bloom.
At bedtime in our home,
We love curling up with a story,
Especially one that feels like a soft adventure wrapped in wonder.
I like to take classic fairy tales and gently re-imagine them,
Turning them into calming bedtime stories filled with kindness,
Courage,
And just the right touch of magic.
These are the stories I tell my own children,
And now I'm so happy to share them with you.
So snuggle in,
Take a slow breath,
And let the day melt away.
We're about to drift into a story together.
Sweet dreams.
Dino Digger's Big Day.
Tonight,
We're going to visit a very special place,
A peaceful valley called Fossil Flats.
Here,
Ancient trees sway gently in the night breeze,
The stars hum soft lullabies,
And dinosaurs rest quietly beneath fern-covered hills.
At the very edge of this gentle land,
Tucked beneath a mossy hill,
Lived a young triceratops named Dino Digger.
Digger was smaller than most dinosaurs his age.
He didn't stomp or roar or race like the others.
He liked to build.
While other dinos played tail tag and tossed lava balls,
Digger would sit quietly by the riverbank,
Stacking smooth stones into tiny towers,
Carving miniature caves in the sand,
And dreaming about the incredible things he might build one day.
But his days were often filled with chores.
Digger lived with his stepbrother Spike and Claw.
They were big,
Loud,
And always bossing him around.
Digger,
They'd shout,
Scrub our tailbrushes,
Fetch the lava rocks,
Dig holes for our dino footbaths.
They teased him,
Too.
You're not a real builder,
They'd sneer,
Just a pebble stacker.
But Digger just smiled gently,
Because deep down,
He believed he was meant for something more.
Each night,
After his chores were done,
He'd lie in his burrow,
Close his eyes,
And dream of towers that touched the sky,
Secret tunnels that sparkled with crystals,
And bridges made from moonbeams.
One quiet evening,
As the sun dipped down below the canyon ridge and twilight painted the sky in soft blues and golds,
A breeze swept through the flats.
And drifting on the breeze was a shimmering message,
Shaped like a fern leaf,
That glowed faintly in the moonlight.
Digger reached out and caught it.
It was an invitation from the great King Rex himself.
Come to the Builder Bash,
It read.
Show us what you can create.
Digger's heart raced.
The Builder Bash was a celebration of creativity,
A place where dinosaurs from all over the land came to build and share their ideas.
He had dreamed of this day,
But before he could even smile,
Spike and Claw snatched the invite from his claws.
You go to the Bash?
They laughed.
Not a chance.
They took all the tools,
Slammed the gate behind them,
And rolled off towards the Bash without him.
Digger sat by his favorite rock pile,
Feeling small and feeling forgotten.
And then he looked up at the stars and whispered,
I just wanted one chance.
And then the air around him began to shimmer.
A soft glow lit the leaves,
And with a gentle whoosh of wind,
A silvery-winged pteranodon flew over the sky.
She sparkled like stardust.
Her eyes were kind and wise.
You are a builder,
Digger,
She said softly,
A very special one.
And from her satchel,
She pulled out a golden wrench.
It glowed with warm light,
And she gave it to him.
And with a flick of her wing,
Something magical began to happen.
The tiny pebbles Digger had stacked earlier transformed into a rolling cart,
With wheels made of crystallized pine cones and panels carved from driftwood and shell.
His dusty old goggles turned into star-speckled lenses that twinkled under the moonlight.
Go,
The pteranodon whispered.
Go build,
But remember,
Be home by moonrise.
Digger rolled into the builder's bash.
The plaza was filled with dinosaurs of all shapes and sizes,
Stegosaurus stacking blocks,
Brontosaurus balancing beams,
And tiny cumstagnathus crafting delicate leaf lanterns.
They all turned to look as Digger arrived.
He didn't roar or cheer.
He just got to work.
With calm focus and gentle joy,
He began to build.
He twisted branches into spirals,
Stacked stones into winding ramps,
Creating cozy nest nooks and winding tunnels.
Until before everyone's eyes,
A magical playspace bloomed like a flower under the moonlight.
Gasp!
Filled the air.
King Rex stepped forward,
Eyes wide with wonder.
Who built this?
He asked.
But just then,
The moon crept above the canyon.
The golden ranch faded.
The cart shimmered and vanished,
And Digger's goggles turned back into dusty glass.
He turned and ran.
But as he fled,
A single shiny scale from his tail glimmered and dropped to the ground.
The next morning,
All of Fossil Flats buzzed with excitement.
Who was the mystery builder?
They wondered.
King Rex searched high and low,
Following the trail of pebble stacks and fern carvings,
Until he arrived at a quiet burrow at the edge of the flats.
Digger opened the door slowly.
The king knelt down and held out a shiny scale.
This is yours,
Isn't it?
He asked gently.
Digger nodded.
You're the builder of the bash,
King Rex smiled.
Would you build joy across all of Fossil Flats?
Digger's eyes lit up.
I'd love to,
He said.
And from that day on,
Digger built playgrounds and hideaways,
Observation towers and star-gazing nests,
And magical places where every dino could dream.
And every evening,
As the stars rose and the breezes sang,
Digger would sit beneath his favorite fern,
Smile up at the moon,
And dream of what he might build next.
And now,
Little builder,
Let your eyes grow heavy,
Let your breath slow down,
Feel your body sink gently into softness beneath you.
The stars are shining,
The winds are whispering,
And your dreams are waiting.
Good night.
