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 softly 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,
And enjoy the good story.
The Tale of Peter Rabbit Written and illustrated by Beatrix Potter Once upon a time,
There were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy,
Mopsy,
Cottontail,
And Peter.
They lived with their mother in a sandbank underneath the root of a very big fir tree.
Now,
My dears,
Said old Mrs.
Rabbit one morning,
You may go into the fields or down the lane,
But go into Mr.
McGregor's garden.
Your father had an accident there.
He was put in a pie by Mrs.
McGregor.
Now,
Run along and don't get into mischief.
Old Mrs.
Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella and went through the wood to the baker's.
She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.
Who were good little bunnies went down the lane to gather blackberries.
But Peter,
Who was very naughty,
Ran straight away to Mr.
McGregor's garden and squeezed under the gate.
First,
He ate some lettuces and some French beans.
And then he ate some radishes.
Feeling rather sick,
He went to look for some parsley.
Round the end of a cucumber frame,
Whom should he meet but Mr.
McGregor.
Mr.
McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages.
But he jumped up and ran after Peter,
Waving a rake and calling out,
Stop thief!
Peter was most dreadfully frightened.
He rushed all over the garden for he had forgotten the way back to the gate.
He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
After losing them,
He ran on four legs and went faster so that I think he might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket.
It was a blue jacket with brass buttons quite new.
Peter gave himself up for lost and shed big tears but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows who flew to him in great excitement and implored him to exert himself.
Mr.
McGregor came up with a sieve which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter.
But Peter wriggled out just in time leaving his jacket behind him and rushed into the tool shed and jumped into a can.
It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in if it had not had so much water in it.
Mr.
McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the tool shed perhaps hidden underneath a flower pot.
He began to turn them over carefully looking under each.
Presently Peter sneezed a-ker-choo!
Mr.
McGregor was after him in no time.
Anne tried to put his foot upon Peter who jumped out of a window upsetting three plants.
The window was too small for Mr.
McGregor and he was tired of running after Peter.
He went back to his work.
Peter sat down to rest.
He was out of breath and trembling with fright and he had not the least idea which way to go.
Also he was very damp with sitting in that can.
After a time he began to wander about going lippity,
Lippity not very fast and looking all around.
He found a door in a wall but it was locked and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.
An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorsteps carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood.
Peter asked her the way to the gate but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer.
She only shook her head at him.
Peter began to cry.
Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden but he became more and more puzzled.
Presently he came to a pond where Mr.
McGregor filled his water can.
A white cat was staring at some goldfish.
She sat very,
Very still but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive.
Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her.
He had heard about cats from his cousin,
Little Benjamin Bunny.
He went back towards the tool shed but suddenly quite close to him he heard the noise of a hoe scritch,
Scratch,
Scratch,
Scrit.
Peter scuttered underneath the bushes but presently as nothing happened he came out and climbed upon a wheelbarrow and peeped over.
The first thing he saw was Mr.
McGregor hoeing onions.
His back was turned towards Peter and beyond him was the gate.
Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow and started running as fast as he could go along a straight walk behind some blackcurrant bushes.
Mr.
McGregor caught sight of him at the corner but Peter did not care.
He slipped underneath the gate and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.
Mr.
McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scarecrow to frighten the blackbirds.
Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir tree.
He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit hole and shut his eyes.
His mother was busy cooking.
She wondered what he had done with his clothes.
It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight.
I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.
His mother put him to bed and made some chamomile tea and she gave a dose of it to Peter.
One tablespoon to be taken at bedtime.
But Flopsy,
Mopsy and Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.
There are many morals.
One moral of this story is don't go looking for mischief.
Looking for trouble could be more of a hassle than it's worth.
It can cause more problems and you might miss out on other fun things.
The Goose and the Golden Egg There was once a country man who possessed the most wonderful goose.
You can imagine for every day when he visited the nest the goose had laid a beautiful glittering golden egg.
The country man took the eggs to market and soon began to get rich.
But it was not long before he grew impatient with the goose because she gave him only a single golden egg a day.
He was not getting rich fast enough.
Then one day after he had finished counting his money the idea came to him that he could get all the golden eggs at once by killing the goose and cutting it open.
When the deed was done not a single golden egg did he find and his precious goose was dead.
The moral of this story is those who have plenty want more and so lose all they have.
Drying out the grain they had stored up during the summer.
A starving grasshopper his fiddle under his arm came up for a bite to eat.
Cried the ants in surprise haven't you stored anything away for the winter?
What in the world were you have time to store up if I was so busy making music that before I knew it the summer was gone?
The ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.
Making music were you?
And they turned their backs on the grasshopper.
And there's a time for work and a fox one day spied a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes.
Hanging the grapes seemed ready to burst with juice.
The fox's mouth watered as he gazed longingly at them.
The first time he jumped he missed.
He walked off a short distance and took a running again and again.
He tried but self out to get a bunch of sour grapes.
The moral of the story is there are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is beyond their reach.
The Tale of Peter Rabbit Written and Illustrated by Beatrix Potter Once upon a time there were four little rabbits and their names were Flopsy Mopsy Cottontail and Peter.
They lived with their mother in a sand bank underneath the root of a very big fir tree.
My dears,
Said old Mrs.
Rabbit one morning,
You may go into the fields or down the lane.
Go into Mr.
McGregor's garden.
Your father had an accident there.
He was put in a pie by Mrs.
McGregor.
Now run along and don't get into mischief.
Old Mrs.
Rabbit took a basket and her umbrella and went through the wood to the baker's.
She bought a loaf of brown bread and five currant buns.
Mopsy and Cottontail who were good little bunnies went down the lane to gather blackberries.
But Peter,
Who was very naughty,
Ran straight away to Mr.
McGregor's garden and squeezed under the gate.
First,
He ate some lettuces and some French beans.
And then,
He ate some radishes.
Feeling rather sick,
He went to look for some parsley.
Round the end of a cucumber frame,
Whom should he meet but Mr.
McGregor.
Mr.
McGregor was on his hands and knees planting out young cabbages.
But,
He jumped up and ran after Peter,
Waving a rake and calling out.
Peter was most dreadfully frightened.
He rushed all over the garden for he had forgotten the way back to the gate.
He lost one of his shoes among the cabbages and the other shoe amongst the potatoes.
After losing them,
He ran on four legs and faster so that,
I think,
He might have got away altogether if he had not unfortunately run into a gooseberry net and got caught by the large buttons on his jacket.
It was a blue jacket with brass buttons quite new.
Peter gave himself up for loss and shed big tears but his sobs were overheard by some friendly sparrows who flew to him in great excitement and implored him to exert himself.
Mr.
McGregor came up with a sieve which he intended to pop upon the top of Peter.
But Peter wriggled out just in time leaving his jacket behind him and rushed into the tool shed and jumped into a can.
It would have been a beautiful thing to hide in if it had not had so much water in it.
Mr.
McGregor was quite sure that Peter was somewhere in the tool shed perhaps hidden underneath a flower pot.
He began to turn them over carefully looking under each.
Presently Peter sneezed a ker-choo!
Mr.
McGregor was after him in no time.
Anne tried to put his foot upon Peter who jumped out of a window upsetting three plants.
The window was too small for Mr.
McGregor and he was tired of running after Peter.
He went back to his work.
Peter sat down to rest.
He was out of breath and trembling with fright and he had not the least idea which way to go.
Also he was very damp with sitting in that can.
After a time he began to wonder about going flippity flippity not very fast and looking all round.
He found a door in a wall but it was locked and there was no room for a fat little rabbit to squeeze underneath.
An old mouse was running in and out over the stone doorsteps carrying peas and beans to her family in the wood.
Peter asked her the way to the gate but she had such a large pea in her mouth that she could not answer.
She only shook her head at him.
Peter began to cry.
Then he tried to find his way straight across the garden but he became more and more puzzled.
Presently he came to a pond where Mr.
McGregor filled his water can.
A white cat was staring at some goldfish.
She sat very very still but now and then the tip of her tail twitched as if it were alive.
Peter thought it best to go away without speaking to her.
He had heard about cats from his cousin little Benjamin Bunny.
He went back towards the tool shed but suddenly quite close to him he heard the noise of a hoe scritch scratch scratch.
Peter scuttered underneath the bushes but presently as nothing happened he came out and climbed upon a wheelbarrow and peeped over.
The first thing he saw was Mr.
McGregor hoeing onions.
His back was turned towards Peter and beyond him was the gate.
Peter got down very quietly off the wheelbarrow and started running as fast as he could go along a straight walk behind some black currant bushes.
Mr.
McGregor caught sight of him at the corner but Peter did not care.
He slept underneath the gate and was safe at last in the wood outside the garden.
Mr.
McGregor hung up the little jacket and the shoes for a scarecrow to frighten the black birds.
Peter never stopped running or looked behind him till he got home to the big fir tree.
He was so tired that he flopped down upon the nice soft sand on the floor of the rabbit hole and shut his eyes.
His mother was busy cooking.
She wondered what he had done with his clothes.
It was the second little jacket and pair of shoes that Peter had lost in a fortnight.
I am sorry to say that Peter was not very well during the evening.
His mother put him to bed and made some chamomile tea.
And she gave a dose of it to Peter.
One tablespoon to be taken at bedtime.
But Flopsy,
Mopsy,
And Cottontail had bread and milk and blackberries for supper.
Morals in fairy tales.
One moral of this story is don't go looking for mischief.
Looking for trouble could be more of a hassle than it's worth.
It can cause more problems and you might miss out on other fun things.
The Goose and the Golden Egg There was once a country man who possessed the most wonderful goose.
You can imagine for every day when he visited the nest,
The goose had laid a beautiful glittering golden egg.
The country man took the eggs to market and soon began to get rich.
But it was not long before he grew impatient with the goose because she gave him only a single golden egg a day.
He was not getting rich fast enough.
One day,
After he had finished counting his money,
The idea came to him that he could get all the golden eggs at once by killing the goose and cutting it open.
When the deed was done,
Not a single golden egg did he find and his precious goose was dead.
The moral of this story is those who have plenty want more and so lose all they have.
The nest hopper his fiddle under his arm came for a bite to eat.
Cried the ants in surprise.
Haven't you stored anything away for the winter?
What in the world were you have time to store up and if I was so busy making music that before I knew it,
The summer was gone.
The ants shrugged their shoulders in disgust.
Making music were you and they turned their backs on the grasshopper and the moral of this story is there's a time for work and a fox one day spied a beautiful bunch of ripe grapes.
Along the branches of a tree the grapes seemed ready to burst with juice.
The fox's mouth watered as he gazed longingly at them.
He walked off a short distance and took a running again and again.
He tried but self out to get a bunch of sour the moral of the story is there are many who pretend to despise and belittle that which is beyond their reach.
