Sleep Story For Children - The Mole Who Kept Digging
This calming kids sleep story follows Mira the Mole as she learns to keep going with small, gentle steps. Designed for bedtime, this story uses soft repetition, soothing sound effects, and peaceful imagery to help children relax and fall asleep. A gentle, comforting story for quiet evenings and restful nights.
Transcript
The Mole Who Kept Digging,
A cozy sleep story about small steps.
Hi little dreamer.
If your eyes want to close,
They can close.
If you're still awake,
You can just listen.
Let's take one slow breath in.
And out.
Like a feather,
Drifting down.
And now,
We begin.
Deep under the earth,
Where the soil is cool and safe,
There was a tunnel town full of soft,
Winding paths,
And in that tunnel town lived a young mole named Mira.
Mira had soft paws,
A round little nose,
And a dream she kept like a warm pebble in her pocket.
At night,
Mira loved the quiet.
The earth made gentle sounds,
Like a lullaby you could feel instead of hear,
And Mira had heard whispers of a secret place called the Great Cavern.
A wide underground room where the air felt fresh,
Where tiny fireflies floated slowly,
Blinking like sleepy stars,
Blink,
Blink,
Blink,
And where there was something even cozier,
A giant,
Soft,
Green mountain of glow moss,
A place the tunnel towers called the Glow Moss Pillow Pile.
Mira had never seen the Great Cavern.
Most moles hadn't.
Some animals didn't even believe in it at all.
And one animal loved teasing more than anyone,
A possum named Petal.
Petal would lounge on a warm rock and say,
Why dig and dig and dig when you could nap and snack and nap?
Mira's nose twitched.
Petal would grin and add,
You'll never find it.
You'll just get dusty.
Mira would look down at her paws.
Then she would look back up,
And Mira would whisper to herself,
Very softly,
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
The next morning,
Mira decided to begin.
Not to prove Petal wrong,
Not to win a race,
Just to follow her dream.
Mira stepped into a new tunnel,
Took a slow breath,
And started digging.
Here's how Mira dug,
In a cozy little rhythm.
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Snuff,
Snuff.
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Snuff,
Snuff.
Mira dug a little,
And then she paused,
Because Mira had a tunnel song now,
And she liked the way it sounded.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
And then she dug again.
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Snuff,
Snuff.
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Snuff,
Snuff.
Mira imagined the great cavern.
She imagined the fireflies blinking slowly.
Blink,
Blink,
Blink.
She imagined the Glowmoss Pillow Pile soft as a cloud.
Days passed.
Mira's tunnel grew longer.
But some days,
The dirt was still dirt.
The dark was still dark.
And Mira's paws felt tired.
One night,
Mira curled up in her tunnel and let out a tiny sigh.
A small whisper worry drifted in like a little cloud.
It said,
What if it's not real?
Mira didn't argue with the worry.
Mira didn't chase it.
Mira just took a deep breath.
And Mira whispered her tunnel song.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
Then dig.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
Mira fell asleep right there in a safe,
Dark tunnel.
The next day,
Mira went home to rest for a while.
She played in the familiar tunnels.
She ate crunchy roots.
She tried to forget the great cavern.
But at night,
When everything was quiet,
Her dream tapped softly again.
So one evening,
Mira sat in her burrow,
Staring at the dirt wall,
Feeling restless and sleepy at the same time.
That's when Elder Garak came shuffling by.
Elder Garak was old,
But kind.
His fur had silver streaks,
And his eyes looked like they had seen a thousand tunnels and a thousand dreams.
He glanced at Mira's paws and said gently,
Your paws look clean.
Mira blinked.
What do you mean?
Elder Garak smiled.
It means you stopped digging.
Mira's ears drooped.
I tried,
She admitted.
But it felt like nothing was happening,
And Petal said it was not real.
From the next tunnel over,
Petal's voice floated in like a feather.
Not because it's not,
Petal called,
Then yawned dramatically.
Also,
Mira,
You have dirt on your nose.
Mira snuffed.
And yes,
There was a tiny speck of dirt on her nose.
Mira tried to wipe it off,
But she only made it worse.
Now there were two specks of dirt.
Petal giggled softly.
Mira almost giggled too,
And Elder Garak made a quiet little laugh.
Elder Garak leaned closer and spoke in a voice like warm tea.
Progress is usually quiet.
It doesn't shout.
It doesn't sparkle right away.
Mira listened.
Elder Garak continued.
You don't have to dig fast.
You don't have to dig forever.
You only have to dig a little.
Then rest.
Then dig again.
Mira's belly felt warm.
Her shoulders softened.
And Mira whispered her tunnel song again,
Like a promise to herself.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
The next morning,
Mira returned to her tunnel.
This time,
She didn't rush.
She didn't look for proof.
She chose rhythm.
She chose to be gentle.
She chose steady.
Mira dug.
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Schnuff,
Schnuff.
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Schnuff,
Schnuff.
And then,
Mira paused,
Took a breath,
And she repeated her tunnel song.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
Days turned into weeks.
Weeks turned into months.
Mira found old tunnels sometimes.
Half-finished ones,
Too.
Ones that were left behind.
Mira would run her paw along the wall and feel the scratches and wonder for just a moment.
But then,
She would let the wondering float away,
Because Mira had her rhythm.
And whenever the Whisper Worry tried to return,
Mira would kindly say,
Hello,
Worry.
You can visit,
And you can leave.
Then she would sing her tunnel song again.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
And then,
She would dig again.
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Schnuff,
Schnuff.
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Schnuff,
Schnuff.
One quiet day,
Something changed.
Not with a crash,
Not with a bang,
But with a hush.
The air felt cooler,
Lighter,
Like the Earth had taken a slow,
Happy breath.
Mira paused.
Her heart went thump,
Thump,
Thump.
Steady and calm,
Mira dug gently,
Just a little more.
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Schnuff,
Schnuff.
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Scritch,
Schnuff,
Schnuff.
And then,
The tunnel opened,
Softly,
Like a curtain parting.
Like a door opening very slowly,
So nobody wakes up.
Mira blinked,
And there it was.
The Great Cavern.
Wide and fresh and calm.
Fireflies floating everywhere,
Blinking softly.
Blink,
Blink,
Blink.
A tiny spring made of a sleepy sound in the distance.
Trip,
Drop,
Triple.
And along one cavern wall,
Soft and green and cozy,
Was the most wonderful thing Mira had ever seen.
The glow moss pillow pile.
Mira didn't shout.
Mira didn't run.
She simply stepped forward and smiled.
Because she knew the secret.
Not the secret of being fast,
The secret of being steady.
One small dig,
Then rest,
Then dig.
And now,
Little dreamer,
It's your time to rest.
You don't have to dig tonight.
Tonight,
You are already enough.
Tonight,
You are cozy.
But if you ever feel like something is taking time,
You can remember Mira's tunnel song.
And let it feel soft inside your chest.
One small try,
Then rest,
Then try.
One small try,
Then rest,
Then try.
Goodnight,
Mira.
Goodnight,
Elder Garrick.
Goodnight,
Petal.
Goodnight,
Fireflies.
Goodnight,
Glow moss pillow pile.
And goodnight to you.
