Welcome to Forget-Me-Not Fairy Tales Bedtime Edition.
Classic stories for book lovers of all ages.
Don't worry about missing the action.
Just let your mind and body relax.
Each story is read slowly and soft.
Two times.
With soothing sounds.
To help you drift off to sleep.
Before we start our story,
Let's prepare both mind and body.
It's time to let your mind be calm and let your body relax.
Breathe in.
And exhale.
Relax your mind.
Relax your body.
Place your worries or busy thoughts in my box.
I'll hold them for you.
Let sleep wrap around you like a warm gentle love.
It's your time to unwind,
To let go.
Are.
Enjoy the good stories.
Let's begin.
The Pancake by Peter Christian Asbjørnsen and Jørn Mo Once upon a time,
There was a woman who had seven hungry children.
And she was frying a pancake for them.
It was a sweet milk pancake.
And there it lay in the peace.
Bubbling and frizzling so thick and good It was a delight to look at.
And the children.
Stood round about.
And the old father sat by.
And looked gone.
Oh,
Give me a bit of pancake,
Mother.
Dear,
I am so hungry.
Said one child.
Oh,
Darling mother.
Set the second.
Oh,
Darling good mother,
Said the bird.
Oh,
Darling,
Good,
Sweet mother.
Set the forth.
Oh,
Darling,
Pretty,
Good,
Sweet mother,
" said the fifth.
Oh,
Darling,
Pretty,
Good,
Sweet.
Lover.
Mother.
Sad to say.
Oh,
Darling,
Pretty,
Good,
Sweet.
Clever.
Kindest little mother,
" said the seventh.
So,
They begged for the pancake all around.
And one more prettily.
Than the other.
For they were so hungry and so good.
Yes,
Yes,
Children,
Only bide a bit till it turns itself.
She ought to have said.
Till I can get it turned.
And then you shall have some lovely sweet milk pancakes.
Only look how fat and happy it lies there.
When the pancake heard all this,
It became afraid and in its trites,
It turned itself and tried to jump.
Out of the pan.
It fell back into it again.
The other side up.
When it had been fried.
A little on the other side,
Too.
Till it got firm and stiff.
It jumped.
Out of the pan to the floor.
And rolled off like a wheel.
Through the door.
And down the hill.
Oh,
No.
Stop,
Pancake.
And away ran the mother after it.
With the frying pan in one hand.
And the lattle in the other.
As fast as she could.
And all the children behind her.
While the old father.
On crutches,
Limp after the last of all.
Hi.
Won't you stop?
Catch it.
Stop,
Pancake.
They all scream out.
One.
After another.
And tried to catch it.
On the run.
And hold it.
But the pancake rolled on and on.
And in the twinkling of an eye.
It was so far ahead that they couldn't see it.
So,
When it had rolled a while,
It met a man.
Good day,
Pancake,
Said the man.
Good day,
Manny Panny.
Sad to Pancake.
Dear Pancake,
Fat the man.
Don't roll so fast.
Stop a little and let me eat you.
No.
No.
I have run away from the mother.
And the father.
And seven hungry children.
I'll run away from you,
Manny Panny.
Said the pancake.
And it rolled and rolled.
Till it met a hen.
Good day,
Pancake,
" said the hen.
The same to you,
Hinny Penny,
Said the pancake.
Pancake dear.
Don't roll so fast!
Bye,
Dipbit.
Can let me eat you up,
" said the hen.
No,
No.
I have run away from the mother.
And the father.
And the seven hungry children.
And Manny Panty.
I'll run away from you too.
Henny Penny.
Set the pancakes.
And it rolled on like a wheel.
Down the road.
Just then.
.
.
It met a cock.
Good day,
Pancake,
" said the cock.
The same to you,
Cocky Locky,
" said the Pancake.
Ah,
Pancake dear,
Don't roll so fast,
But bite a bit and let me eat you up.
No,
No.
I have run away from the mother.
Of father.
Seven hungry children.
Manny Panny.
Henny,
Henny.
I'll run away from you too,
Kakelaki.
Said the pancake,
And it rolled and rolled as fast as it could.
Bye and bye.
It met a duck.
Good day,
Pancake.
Let's have the talk.
The same to you,
Ducky Lucky.
Pancake.
Dear,
Don't roll away so fast.
Bye,
Dip it!
And let me eat you.
No,
No.
I have run away from the mother.
And the father.
And seven hungry children.
Manny Panny.
Annie Penny.
And calm your mind.
I'll run away from you too,
Ducky Lucky.
Set the pancake.
And with that,
It took to rolling and rolling faster than ever.
And when it had rolled a long,
Long while,
It met a goose.
G'day Pancakes!
Set the cues.
The same to you,
Goosey Poosey.
Pancake dear,
Don't roll so fast.
Bide a bit and let me eat you up.
No,
No.
I have run away.
From the mother.
Father.
Seven hungry children.
Manny Panny Hanny Panny Cocky Locky and Ducky Lucky.
I'll run away from you too.
Goosey Poosey said the pancake.
And off it rolled.
So.
.
.
When it had rolled a long way off.
It met a gander.
Good day,
Pancake.
Set the gander.
The same to you,
Gander pander,
" said the pancake.
Ah,
Pancakes.
Don't roll so fast.
By the bit.
And let me have a bite?
No,
No.
I've run away.
From the mother.
The Father.
Seven hungry children.
Manny Panny.
Annie Panny Cocky Locky.
Ducky Lucky and Goosey Poosey.
I'll run away from you too,
Gander pander,
Said the pancake.
And it rolled and rolled as fast as ever.
So when it had rolled a long,
Long time.
It matters.
Good day,
Pancake.
It's at the peak The same to you.
Piggy-wiggy set the pancakes.
And without a word more.
It began to roll and roll for dear life.
Night night.
Said the pig.
You needn't be in such a hurry.
We,
Too,
Can go side by side through the wood.
They say it is not too safe in there.
The pancake thought there might be something in that.
And so.
.
.
They kept company.
When they had gone a while.
It came to a brook.
Ask for Piggy.
He was so fat,
He could swaddle a cross.
It was nothing for him.
But the poor pancake could not get over.
Seat yourself on my snout,
" said the pig,
And I'll carry you over.
So the pancake did that.
Oof,
Oof,
Said the pig.
And swallowed the pancake at one go.
And more.
As the poor pancake could go no farther.
Why?
This story can go no farther.
I hope you like this story,
The Pancake,
By Peter Christian Osbjornsson and Yorn Mo.
Fairy tales contain many morals.
One lesson from this story is,
Don't run ahead without a plan.
When you know where you're going,
It makes it easier to know Who to trust?
Little Pharah Author unknown.
Little Sarah,
She stood by her grandmother's bed.
And what shall I get for your breakfast?
" she said.
You shall get me a Johnny Cake.
Quickly,
Go make it.
In one minute mix.
And in two minutes,
Bake it.
So Sarah,
She went to the closet to see.
If yet any meal in the barrel might be.
Barrow had loved time.
And empty as wind.
Not a speck.
Of the bright yellow mill could she find.
But Grandmother's Johnny Cake.
Still,
She must make it.
And one-minute mix.
And in two minutes,
Bake.
She ran to the shop.
But the shopkeeper said.
I have none.
You must go.
To the Miller they're made.
For he has a mill.
And he'll put the corn in it.
And grind you some nice yellow meal in a minute.
But run or the johnny cake how will you make it in one minute mix and in two minutes bake it Then Sarah,
She ran.
Every step of the way.
But the miller said,
No,
I have no meal today.
Run quick.
To the cornfield just over the hill.
And at any be there.
You may fetch it to milk.
Run,
Run.
Or the Johnny Cake.
How will you make it?
One minute mix and in two minutes bake it.
She ran to the cornfield.
The corn had not grown.
Though the sun in the blue sky all pleasantly shone.
Pretty sun.
Cried the maiden.
Please make the corn grow.
Pretty maid,
The son answered,
I cannot do so.
Then Grandmother's shiny cake,
How shall I make it?
In one minute mix,
And in two minutes bake it.
Sarah looked round,
And she saw what she wanted.
Corn could not grow.
For no corn had been planted.
She asked of the farmer.
To sew her some grain.
But the farmer,
He laughed till his sides ached again.
Oh-ho,
For the Johnny cake?
How can you make it in one minute mix and in two minutes bake it?
Farmer,
He laughed,
And he laughed out loud.
And how can I plant till the earth has been plowed?
Run,
Run to the plowman.
And bring him with speed.
He'll plow up the ground,
I'll fill it with seed.
Away then ran Sarah,
Still hoping to make it.
In one minute mix,
And in two minutes bake it.
The plowman he plowed,
And the grain it was sown,
And the sun shed his rays till the corn was all grown.
It was ground at the mill and again in her bed.
These words to poor Sarah.
The grandmother said.
You shall get me a Johnny Cake.
Quickly,
Go make it.
In one minute mix and in two minutes baking.
I hope you liked this story,
Little Sarah.
Written by an unknown author.
Fairy tales contain many morals.
One lesson from this story is.
.
.
If you want something.
Be willing to put in the work.
To go and get it.
Things are not always going to be the same.
As easy as you hope.
Don't give up.
Because you can make your dreams come true.
The Pancake by Peter Christian Osbjörnsson and Yorn Mo.
Once on a time,
There was a woman who had seven hungry children.
And she was frying a pancake for them.
It was a sweet milk pancake,
And there it lay in the pot.
Bubbling and frizzling,
So thick and good.
It was a delight to look at.
And the children stood round about.
And the old father sat by and looked on.
Oh,
Give me a bit of pancake,
Mother.
Dear,
I am so hungry.
Said one child.
Oh,
Darling mother.
Set the second.
Oh,
Darling good mother,
Said the third.
Oh darling,
Good sweet mother.
Sat the fourth.
Oh,
Darling,
Pretty,
Good,
Sweet mother,
" said the fifth.
Oh,
Darling,
Pretty,
Good,
Sweet,
Clever mother.
Set the set.
Oh,
Darling,
Pretty,
Good,
Sweet,
Clever,
Kindest little mother,
" said the seventh.
So they begged for the pancake all around,
The one more prettily than the other,
For they were so hungry and so good.
Yes,
Yes,
Children,
Only bide a bit till it turns itself.
She ought to have said.
Till I can get it turned.
And then you shall have some lovely sweet milk pancake.
Only look how fat and happy it lies there.
When the pancake heard all this,
It became afraid,
And in a trice,
It turned itself and tried to jump.
Out of the pan.
But it fell back into it again,
The other side up.
When it had been fried a little on the other side too,
Till it got firm and stiff,
It jumped out of the pan to the floor.
And rolled off like a wheel.
Through the door.
And down the hill.
Oh no!
Stuck pancake!
And away ran the mother after it.
With the frying pan in one hand.
And the lattle in the other.
As fast as she could.
And all the children behind her.
While the old father,
On crutches,
Leapt.
After the last of all.
Hi!
Won't you stop?
Catch it!
Stop,
Pancake!
" They all screamed out,
One after another.
And try to catch it on the run.
And hold it.
But the pancake rolled on and on,
And in a twinkling of an eye,
It was so far ahead that they couldn't see it.
So,
When it had rolled a while,
It met a man.
Good day,
Pancake,
Said the man.
Good day,
Manny Panny,
Said the pancake.
Dear Pancake,
Said the man,
Don't roll so fast.
Stop a little and let me eat you.
No.
No.
I have run away from the mother.
And the father.
And seven hungry children.
I'll run away from you,
Manny Panny.
Said the pancake.
And it rolled and rolled.
Till it met a hen.
Good day,
Pancake,
" said the hen.
The same to you,
Hinny Penny,
" said the pancake.
Pancake Dear.
Don't roll so fast.
Bye Jap!
And let me eat you up.
Set the hand.
No,
No.
I have run away from the mother.
And the father.
And the seven hungry children.
And Manny Panty.
I'll run away from you too,
Henny Penny,
" said the pancake.
And it rolled on like a wheel down the road.
Just then.
It met a cock.
Good day,
Pancake.
Set the clock.
The same to you,
Cocky Locky,
Said the pancake.
Aww,
Pancake dear.
Don't roll so fast,
But bite a bit and let me eat you up.
No,
No.
I have run away from the mother.
Seven hungry children.
Manny Panny.
And Henny Penny.
I'll run away from you too,
Kakelaki.
Said the pancake,
And it rolled and rolled as fast as it could,
By and by.
It met a duck.
Good day,
Pancake.
That's it,
Good job.
The same to you,
Ducky Lucky.
Pancake.
Dear.
Don't roll away so fast.
Bye,
Rippit!
And let me eat you.
Low,
Low.
I have run away from the mother.
And the Father.
And seven hungry children.
Manny Panny.
Annie Panny.
And khaki locking.
I'll run away from you too,
Ducky Lucky.
Set the pancake.
And with that,
It took to rolling and rolling faster than ever.
And when it had rolled a long,
Long while,
It met a goose.
Good day,
Pancake.
Said the goose.
The same to you,
Goosey Poosey.
Pancake dear,
Don't roll so fast.
Bide a bit and let me eat you up.
No,
No.
I have run away.
From the mother.
Father.
Seven hungry children.
Manny Panny,
Hanny Panny,
Cocky Locky.
And Ducky Lucky.
I'll run away from you too.
Goosey Poosey said the pancake and off it rolled.
So when it had rolled a long way off.
It met.
A gander.
Good day,
Pancake.
Said the gander.
The same to you,
Gander pander,
Said the pancake.
Ah,
Pancake.
Don't roll so fast.
By the bit.
And let me have a bite?
No,
No.
I've run away.
From the mother.
Of others.
Seven hungry children.
Manny Panny.
Any penny.
Cocky Locky.
Ducky Lucky and Goosey Poosey.
I'll run away from you too.
Gander pander Set the pancake.
And it rolled and rolled as fast as ever.
So,
When it had rolled a long,
Long time,
It met.
A pig.
Good day,
Pancake.
Sotheby's.
The same to you.
Piggy Wiggy set the pancakes.
And without a word more.
It began to roll and roll for dear life.
Night night.
Said the pig.
You needn't be in such a hurry.
We too can go side by side through the wood.
They say it is not too safe in there.
The pancake thought there might be something in that.
And so.
.
.
They kept company.
When they had gone awhile.
It came to a break.
Ask for Piggy.
He was so fat he could swim across.
It was nothing for him.
But the poor pancake could not get over.
Seat yourself on my snout.
Set the peak.
And I'll carry you over.
So the pancake did that.
Oof,
Oof,
Said the pig and swallowed the pancake at one gulp.
And more.
As the poor pancake could go no farther.
Why?
This story can go no farther.
I hope you like this story,
The Pancake,
By Peter Christian Osbjornsson and Yorn Mo.
Fairy tales contain many morals.
One lesson from this story is… Don't run ahead without a plan.
When you know where you're going,
It makes it easier to know.
Who to trust.
Little Sarah Author Unknown Little Sarah,
She stood by her grandmother's bed.
And what shall I get for your breakfast?
" she said.
You shall get me a johnny cake.
Quickly,
Go make it.
In one minute mix and in two minutes bake it.
So Sarah,
She went to the closet to see.
If yet any meal in the barrel might be.
Barrel had long time.
And empty as wind.
Not a speck of the bright yellow mill could she find.
But Grandmother's Johnny Cake.
Still,
She must make it.
And one-minute mix.
And in two minutes,
Bake it.
She ran to the shop.
The shopkeeper said.
I have none.
You must go.
To the Miller they're made.
For he has a mill and he'll put the corn in it and grind you some nice yellow meal in a minute.
But run or the Johnny Cake,
How will you make it in one minute mix and in two minutes bake it?
Then Sarah,
She ran,
Every step of the way.
But the miller said,
No,
I have no meal today.
Run quick.
To the cornfield just over the hill.
And at any be there.
You may fetch it to know.
Run,
Run.
For the Johnny Cake.
How will you make it?
In one minute mix,
And in two minutes bake it.
She ran to the cornfield.
The corn had not grown,
Though the sun in the blue sky all pleasantly shone.
Pretty sun.
Cried the maiden.
Please make the corn grow.
Pretty maid,
The son answered,
I cannot do so.
And grandmother's shiny cake.
How shall I make it?
In one minute mix,
And in two minutes bake it.
Man.
Sarah looked round,
And she saw what she wanted.
Corn could not grow,
For no corn had been planted.
She asked of the farmer.
To sow her some grain.
But the farmer he laughed till his sides ached again.
Ho,
Ho,
For the Johnny Cake.
How can you make it?
In one minute,
Mix.
And in two minutes,
Bake it.
The farmer healed that.
And he laughed out loud.
And how can I plant till the earth has been plowed?
Run,
Run to the plowman and bring him with speed.
He'll plow up the ground.
I'll fill it with seed.
Away then,
Ran Sarah,
Still hoping to make it.
In one minute mix and in two minutes bake it.
The plowman he plowed,
And the grain it was sown,
And the sun shed his rays till the corn was all grown.
It was ground at the mill.
And again in her bed.
These words to poor Sarah.
The Grandmother said.
You shall get me a Johnny Cage.
Quickly,
Go make it.
In one minute mix and in two minutes baking.
I hope you liked this story,
Little Sarah.
Written by an unknown author.
Fairy tales contain many morals.
One lesson from this story is.
.
.
If you want something.
Be willing to put in the work to go and get it.
Things are not always going to be the same.
As easy as you hope.
Don't give up.
Because you can make your dreams come true.
You you you you Thanks for listening my friends.
Sleep tight.
