Welcome,
This is a gentle bedtime story for quiet evenings and soft rest.
There is nothing to solve tonight,
Nothing to figure it out.
Just a small story,
Told slowly,
So your body can settle and your thoughts can grow lighter.
If you are listening with a child,
You can simply relax beside them.
If you are listening for yourself,
Allow the story to carry you gently towards sleep.
Now let's begin.
It's a Little Mouse Big Journey Once,
There was a very tiny little mouse,
Who decided he would travel the world.
Before he left,
His grandmother baked him a small bundle of warm bread and walked with him to the edge of their mouse hole.
The little mouse set off.
He walked and wandered for a very long time.
All day long,
From morning until evening.
And when the sun began to set,
He returned home.
Grandmother,
He called from the doorway.
I have discovered something wonderful.
I am the strongest,
Bravest and cleverest mouse in the world wide world.
Oh,
His grandmother asked gently,
And how did you discover that?
The little mouse settled beside her and began to tell his story.
When I left the hole,
I walked and walked until I reached the sea.
It was endless and enormous.
The waves were wide and strong,
But I was not afraid.
I jumped in and swam across it.
His grandmother smiled softly.
I know that sea,
She said.
A reindeer passed by recently,
Water had gathered in the imprint of its hoof.
The little mouse blinked,
But continued.
After that,
I dried myself in the sun and walked further.
Then I reached a great mountain.
Its peak touched the clouds,
I couldn't go around it.
So I gathered my strength and leaped across it.
His grandmother nodded again.
I know that mountain,
It is a molehill beyond the reindeer's footprint.
A single blade of grass grows at its top.
The little mouse felt smaller for a moment,
But he kept speaking.
Then I saw two enormous bears fighting,
One white and one black.
They roared and struggled,
But I was brave.
I rushed between them and sent one flying to the right,
The other to the left.
His grandmother chuckled warmly.
I know those bears as well,
One was a white moth,
The other a little fly.
The little mouse's whiskers trembled.
So,
I'm not strong,
Not brave,
Not clever.
I only swam through a hoofprint,
Jumped over a molehill and scattered a moth and a fly.
His grandmother drew him close.
For a mouse as small as you,
She said softly,
A reindeer's footprint is an endless sea.
A molehill is a mountain that touches the sky and a moth can be as fearsome as a bear,
She paused.
If you were not afraid,
Then you truly are the bravest little mouse in the whole wide world.
The little mouse scurried beside her,
And as night settled quietly around their tiny home,
He realized something gentle and warm.
Bravery is not about size,
It's about heart.
And with that thought,
He drifted into peaceful sleep.
