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- Herausgeber: Joy Palmer
- Kategorie: Für Kinder und Jugendliche
- Sprache: Englisch
“Unicorn Bedtime Stories” is your portal to a magical world where unicorns fly and go off on daring adventures!
Ever found bedtime routines more chaotic than calming?
Dreaming of a peaceful sleep routine without the nightly back and forth?
Wondering if there’s a bedtime solution that doesn’t involve putting off toddler temper tantrums?
Say goodbye to bedtime battles and hello to the realm of unicorn dreams!
“
Unicorn Bedtime Stories” is your secret weapon to turn bedtime chaos into a unicorn-led serenity.
Picture your little one drifting into peaceful sleep, guided by charming unicorn tales, leaving behind the bedtime struggles for good. In this collection of stories, bedtime becomes an effortless experience, dreams overflow with magical tales, and restless nights become no more.
Because who needs a nightly showdown when you can have a whimsical bedtime wonderland?
- Dreamy Bedtime Rituals: Transform ordinary bedtime into a magical unicorn affair.
- Soothing Slumber Tales: Let the charm of unicorn stories weave its tranquil spell on your child.
- Wholesome Wisdom: Deliver bedtime stories that are not just enchanting but carry valuable life lessons.
And more!
Picture your little one snuggled up, drifting into a world of enchantment, guided by the gentle magic of unicorn tales. “ Unicorn Bedtime Stories” serves as an invitation to a world where bedtime struggles are replaced by delightful dreams.
Ready to make bedtime magical? Grab “Unicorn Bedtime Stories” now and let the enchantment begin!
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Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2024
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Unicorn Bedtime Stories
Charming Unicorn fairy tales to Let your kids drift into a world of enchantment that will guide them into peaceful sleep and delightful dreams.
Joy Palmer
Copyright © 2024 by Joy Palmer
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Contents
The Walled Garden
Long ago, our world shimmered with magic. Humans and magical creatures lived together in peace. At first, magic was everywhere. But as time passed, it began to fade away. It happened so slowly that hardly anyone noticed.
First, the dragons vanished into the clouds, never to be seen again. After them, the mermaids disappeared beneath the waves. Even the fairies, dancing in the moonlight, grew silent. Humans, too, felt their magic slip away until there was nothing left. They became just like you and me, with no magic at all.
But there was one who remembered the days of magic: Grandma Mary. When she was a little girl, magic still flickered softly in the world. She remembered laughing with fairies in the sunny fields, even though everyone said they were tricksy. And on one special night, she saw a dragon. It was a rare sight, for dragons were almost gone. She watched it fly across the moon, its scales glittering. She believed it was the last dragon saying goodbye.
Grandma Mary loved to share these tales with her granddaughter, Jenny. Jenny would sit close, her eyes sparkling with wonder. She imagined a world filled with magic, so different from the dull, gray one she knew.
"Wouldn't it be better," she often thought, "if magic were still real?"
One day, Jenny asked,
"Grandma, will magic ever come back?"
Grandma Mary smiled, a twinkle in her eye.
"Magic," she said softly, "never truly leaves our world. It's hidden, waiting for those who believe to find it."
Jenny's heart leaped.
"But where?" she asked, looking around as if expecting magic to appear right then.
Grandma Mary leaned in, whispering,
"That, my dear, is the greatest mystery of all. Magic is there, somewhere, waiting just for you."
That night, as Jenny lay in bed, she dreamed of finding that hidden magic. She imagined a world alive with enchantment, a world just waiting for her to discover it.
The next day, Jenny asked her grandmother for more stories.
“Of course, my dear,” said Grandma Mary, “let me tell you the story of how I met the fairies.”
Jenny didn’t get to hear the story because her father interrupted them.
"Grandma Mary, please stop filling Jenny's head with these silly stories," he said, shaking his head. He looked at Jenny. "You should be focusing on your homework, not daydreaming about magic."
"But Dad, it's summer vacation!" Jenny protested. "I've read all my school books already. I want to enjoy the rest of my break."
Her father wasn't convinced. He dropped a fresh pile of books on the table.
"Education never takes a vacation," he said firmly, leaving the room.
Jenny sighed and slumped into her chair, picking up a book from the pile. It was so dull that she couldn't help but let her thoughts wander away from its pages. That's when Grandma Mary slipped another book onto the pile, giving Jenny a mysterious smile before leaving the room.
Jenny reached for Grandma Mary's book. It felt old, its cover worn over time. Opening it, she found a map nestled between its pages. The map was very old. Its edges were frayed, but it was beautifully drawn. To her surprise, she saw her house on the map and the woods that surrounded it. And then she saw the stream that ran nearby. But what caught her eye was something unexpected – a part of the map labeled "The Walled Garden."
Jenny blinked in confusion. A walled garden? In their woods? She had roamed those woods many times and had never seen anything that looked like a garden, let alone one surrounded by walls.
She glanced towards her father, who was now buried in his work. With a spark of adventure lighting her eyes, Jenny tucked the map into a small bag and tiptoed out of the house. She felt her heart dance with excitement and a bit of nervousness as she crossed the yard.
When she reached the gate at the edge of her yard, she stopped for a moment. She looked back at the house.
“It’s such a lovely day. No one could blame me for going on a little adventure,” she thought.
Then she opened the gate and skipped into the woods.
Jenny's journey through the woods was like stepping into a storybook. The sun smiled down through the leaves, making everything around her glow. She walked, stopping now and then to check the map.
"Head towards the six trees in a row," she said.
Jenny found them no bother. All six trees stood in a line like tall soldiers.
“Turn left at the rock that looks like a troll," she said, checking the map again.
She giggled when she saw the rock - the moss made it look like the troll had a mustache.
Next, she had to follow the stream for fifty paces. She made sure to count each step with care.
Finally, she reached the spot marked "The Walled Garden" on the map. Jenny looked around. At first, she felt a twinge of disappointment. There was no garden, just the familiar sights of grass, leaves, and wildflowers.
But then, she saw it - a very big, very old tree, standing alone. Its branches reached high into the sky as if holding up the clouds. In the center of the trunk was a door. A real door, complete with a rounded top and a rusty knob. She had never noticed it before.
Curiosity drew her closer. She pressed her ear against the wood, half expecting to hear whispers of magic from the other side. But there was only silence.
Taking a deep breath, Jenny turned the knob and pushed the door open. The inside of the tree was dark. She stepped in, expecting to get covered in icky spider webs.
As she walked forward, the world began to change. The darkness melted away, replaced by a warm light. Jenny blinked, and suddenly, she was standing in the most beautiful garden she had ever seen. Colors burst around her in a kaleidoscope of flowers she couldn't name. The trees were full of fruits that shimmered like gems. The air was filled with the smell of blooming flowers and something else.
“Magic…” whispered Jenny.
Jenny turned around, searching for the old tree's door. It had vanished. In its place was an old stone wall that ran around the whole garden.
