Children’s Bedtime Stories: Cabin Bathed in Moonlight
In a dense forest, there stood an old banyan tree. Beneath this tree, surrounded by flowers and trees, was a small cabin where the elderly Grandma Bear lived.
Grandma Bear’s children lived in the city and only occasionally visited her.
On Mondays, Grandma Bear would trim the flowers and water them.
On Tuesdays, she would walk along the winding path with her cane.
On Wednesdays, she would sit by the creek, her gaze following the clear water flowing towards the city.
On Thursdays, she would carry a bamboo basket into the forest to gather mushrooms.
On Fridays, she would bake lots of little cookies, thinking maybe her children would bring her grandchildren home the next day…
When night fell, stars twinkled in the sky, and soft moonlight quietly bathed Grandma Bear’s cabin.
“Sigh!” Grandma Bear couldn’t sleep. She lit a warm candle and sat at her table, wondering if her dear children were already asleep.
Her kind gaze fell upon a thick storybook. When her children were young, they loved gathering around her to listen to stories!
“In a faraway place, there is a blue sea…” Grandma Bear couldn’t help but start reading softly as she opened the book.
“Clack!” There was a sound outside the cabin.
“Who’s there?” Grandma Bear gently asked, putting down the storybook.
No answer.
“It must be the wind knocking at the door,” Grandma Bear smiled and shook her head, continuing her story: “In a faraway place, there is a blue sea. In the deep sea, lives…”
“Clack!” “Clack!” “Clack!” The sound continued outside the cabin.
Grandma Bear went over and gently opened the door.
“Oh my!” “Hehe!” “Haha!” Outside stood Little Rabbit, Little Monkey, and Little Cat.
“Maybe it’s the wind rustling the woodpile,” Grandma Bear thought as she picked up the book again: “In a faraway place, there is a blue sea…”
“Clack!” “Clack!” The sound echoed again outside the cabin.
“Who’s out there?” Grandma Bear asked softly, standing up and putting down the book.
It was silent outside.
“Grandma Bear, Grandma Rabbit isn’t home. Can I listen to your story?” Little Rabbit asked, blinking her eyes.
“Grandma Bear, Grandma Monkey isn’t home either. Can I listen to your story?” Little Monkey asked, scratching his ears.
“Grandma Bear, I don’t have a grandma, I…” Poor Little Cat started to say, tears almost welling up in his eyes.
“Welcome, my dear ones,” Grandma Bear smiled, taking their hands before Little Cat could finish.
The gentle night breeze blew softly, and the tender moonlight bathed the warm little cabin. Grandma Bear’s soft voice was like a sunny spring creek, gently flowing through this beautiful night.
Thank you for reading! ” Sitestorys “
