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Koala Moon: Kids Bedtime Stories & Sleep Stories for Kids Podcast
Goodnight Sleepy Diggers 🚜 💤 Relaxing Bedtime Stories For Kids
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Hello and welcome back to Koala Moon, a podcast of original bedtime stories and sleep meditations for kids designed to make bedtime a dream. It's Koko Club announcement time and the team, Koko and I are thrilled to to learn that Hazel from Dunedin, New Zealand has asked to be upgraded to Koko Club instead of getting pocket money. Wow, that is really something. Hazel, thanks for investing in us and in yourself too, because now you know you'll always have a lovely night's sleep. Also, we're giving high fives to siblings Inaya and samara who are 10 and 8 and who are now listening over in California. Hey girls, thanks for joining us and supporting us all here in Sleep hq. We really hope that you love getting through all the older stories and the premium content that you can now listen to. Ad free. Before we begin, a quick message for the grown ups. If you'd like to support our podcast, enjoy ad free listening, unlock four bonus stories per month and much, much more. 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It's simple, on the go, fun that keeps little minds engaged and takes a bit of pressure off those busy days. For more holiday travel ideas and to check out all of Netflix's kids entertainment, visit netflixfamily.com traveltips now big question for everybody. Did you all enjoy our recent two hour compilation episode? It was of Koko's favourite Christmas stories. If you missed it, just scroll back a few episodes and you'll see it there. We thought it would be nice to have something longer for you to listen to if your family's on the road, travelling or if you're off to see family. Or for those nights when the excitement of the season is just getting a bit too overwhelming and you can't settle, you've got two hours of non stop coco. So tonight's sleepy story. Then we will return to Puddlefoot Farm. It's a beautiful snowy night. Bonnie the Sheepdog is conducting her nightly rounds when she notices that some important farmyard diggers are missing from their beds. Guided by the stars, Bonnie spends her evening searching for them in some fairly unusual but adorable places. Ok, let's settle into bed and wriggle and jiggle around to get all the energy out of your body. And then just give me some nice deep breaths in and out, perhaps stretch if you need. On the next breath in. And then just. Oh, yawn, baby. And find your comfy spot in bed. Perfect. As you settle, I'll begin. Good night, sleepy diggers. By Alesha Ainslie. It was a beautiful winter night above Puddlefoot Farm. Stars twinkled in the midnight blue sky over the roofs of the farmhouse and barns, while a blanket of thick snow covered the yard and the rolling fields beyond the paddock fences. The animals had all retreated to their beds, snuggling up to keep warm against the cold air. The machinery had all been parked away in their sheds to stay dry and safe from any further snow that may fall through the night. Farmer Clyde and his family were tucked up inside their house, curled up under blankets in front of the fire. They sipped cups of delicious hot chocolate and shared stories about their day, smiling and laughing together. Meanwhile, outside, Bonnie the Sheepdog watched her footprints leave tracks in the snow as she wandered through the yard, performing her nightly rounds. Each evening, Bonnie walked around the farm, ensuring that all the animals were accounted for and that everything was in its place. It was thanks to Bonnie that everyone on the farm stayed happy and safe. Thanks to Bonnie's nightly rounds. In the morning, Farmer Clyde could easily pick up where he left off with the previous day's work. Bonnie the collie had already checked on the animals and counted them all up. Everyone was present and accounted for. So she began her final task of checking on the farm machinery. Once she'd checked that all the tractors and diggers were in their respective sheds, she could retreat to bed herself. Maybe she would join Farmer Clyde and his family in front of the cosy fireplace. It did look particularly toasty in the farmhouse. Bonnie slipped into the tractor shed and said goodnight to the tractors. They were all there, parked in their spots, ready for a good night's sleep. Then she moved next door to check on the diggers. As she approached the door to their large shed, she noticed that there were still fresh tracks in the snow leading up to the door. It must not have been too long ago that they'd returned from their workday, she thought. The shed door was slightly ajar, so Bonnie pushed her head through the opening and wondered inside. Due to the open door, the shed was cold. It was hardly an ideal setting for sleep on a snowy winter's night. Bonnie looked around the shed, but to her dismay, there were no diggers to be seen. Where had they all gone? Bonnie placed her nose to the ground and tried to pick up a scent. She sniffled at the floor and sneezed as dust filled her nose. She tried again, following any scent she could pick up around the shed, but all traces finished at the door. The snow outside provided the perfect blank canvas for smells. Fortunately, the snow provided a different kind of tracing technique. Bonny looked at the fresh tracks in the snow and smiled. The diggers wouldn't be missing for long. All she had to do was follow their tracks. Four diggers usually slept in the shed, and on the ground there were four sets of tracks rolling through the snow, all veering off in different directions. Bonny decided to start from the left and follow the first set of tracks through the snow. Her hunt for the missing diggers shouldn't take too long. She would find them and safely guide them back to their shed, closed the door to keep the big room warm, and returned to her own bed for the night. Bonny followed the snowy tracks with an optimistic smile and made up a little tune to accompany her unexpected mission. She sang, I'm off to find the diggers, wherever they may be. I wonder what they're up to and. And what they'll say to me. Perhaps they embarked on adventure, decided to stay out and play. Perhaps they're building some snowmen or just snoozing in the hay. Wherever they may be, they can't hide long from me. To Bonnie's confusion, the tracks led her to the door of the chicken co. This can't be right, Bonny thought. Why would a digger be inside the chicken coop? Despite her hesitation, Bonny nudged the coop door open with a creak and peered inside. To her surprise and relief, sitting next to the roosting chicks was one of the missing diggers. The yellow digger lifted its head slightly and gazed back at the black and white sheepdog. Good evening, Bonny, they said quietly. Why are you in here, sleepy digger? Bonny whispered curiously. The digger smiled sleepily and replied do you see the lamps that are positioned over the chick nests? They radiate the most lovely balmy light to keep the chicks warm while they're young. I fancied a bit of that warmth for myself. The shed is too cold right now. Bonny realised that must be why all of the diggers were missing. They must have become too cold in the shed and gone off in search of warmer pastures for the night. But if there was only one digger here in the chick hutch, then where might all the others be? The yellow digger asked Bonny, is it all right if I stay in here for the night? I'll keep an eye on the chicks too. Bonny smiled and assured them that it was perfectly fine for the digger to sleep in the chick hutch this evening. Observing the cosy dim glow of the lamps, Bonny felt like the digger had perhaps found the best place on the farm to rest tonight. She tiptoed away, leaving the digger and the chicks in the heated hutch. As she reached the door, Bonny took a last look back at the peaceful yellow digger snuggled up with the chicks and smiled. She whispered softly, good night, sleepy digger, before gently closing the door behind her. Stepping back out into the night air, Bonny felt a wet splatter on the tip of her nose. She lifted her head to the sky and saw that it was snowing again. Her tracks leading up to the chick hutch were quickly disappearing beneath a layer of fresh snow, as were the diggers tracks. Her plan to follow all the tracks through the snow to find the remaining missing diggers had been thwarted. It seemed Bonnie would have to rely on her other senses to track down the remaining diggers. As Bonnie crossed the farmyard, she spotted the farm cats making their way towards the cat flap in the side door of Farmer Clyde's house. Hello, Pudsey. Hello, Alice. Bonnie called out to greet the cats before they disappeared inside. The cats glanced back at Bonnie and replied, good evening, Bonnie. We hope you won't be out too much longer. It is freezing out here with all this snow. Bonnie agreed the ground was chilly against her paws. But she had something important to do before she could relax. She asked the cats, have you seen any of the diggers anywhere? They aren't in their shed like normal. Pudsey and Alice shivered and shrugged. They hadn't seen any diggers anywhere since earlier this afternoon. Alice commented, if they had any good sense, they would have found somewhere warm to go for the night. Bonny explained how she'd already found one digger inside the chick hutch, but the Snow had covered the tracks of the other machines so she was at a loss for where to look next. Pudsey chuckled as if it was obvious and suggested, well, there you go. Isn't it obvious? Just think of the cosiest places on the farm and check there. I bet you'll find those missing diggers in all the warmest places around. Bonny had to admit it was a good theory, but where could she start? Pudsey and Alice shivered again and moved towards the cat flap. If you'll excuse us, Bonnie were going to go inside now. It's frightfully cold to stay out here any longer, Alice purred, shaking snow from her brown fur. Good luck, Pudsey added as he followed his feline friend inside the farmhouse. Bonnie felt a pang of jealousy as she watched them go, but she knew she wouldn't be able to relax until she had found all the diggers. So she continued walking past the farm buildings towards the gate that entered the fields, singing her tune to stay positive. I'm off to find the diggers, wherever they may be. I wonder what they're up to and what they'll say to me. Perhaps they embarked on adventure, decided to stay out and play. Perhaps they're building some snowmen or just snoozing in the hay or wherever they may be, they can't hide long from me. Bonnie's feet carried her through the gate and out into the snow covered field. Maybe from higher up the hill she'd be able to get a better look at the entire farm and be able to spot the diggers from up there. She paused under a tree and shook the dusting of fresh snow off her black and white fur. Despite her own warm fur covering her body, she was starting to feel the chill in the air as snow topped the land. She gazed out at the herd of sheep all cosied up together on the hill like a fallen fluffy cloud and sighed. It must be nice to have lots of fuzzy friends to cuddle up with and keep toasty through the winter nights. As she looked at the herd of sheep, Bonnie's eyes tried to adjust to the darkness. Something seemed different about them. There appeared to be a large dark figure in the middle of their fluffy huddle. Bonnie approached to take a better look. The sheep were her main responsibility after all. She had to ensure they were all right. As she got closer, the outline of the shape became clearer. To her surprise, in the centre of the huddle of sheep one of the missing diggers was happily resting. Bonnie tried not to disturb the snoring sheep in case they thought it was time for one of her usual roundups, Bunny whispered, why are you sleeping here, sleepy Digger? The dark green digger yawned and partially opened its eyes. I couldn't sleep in the shed, it was too chilly. So I thought, where on the farm will it be warmest? And of course I automatically thought of the sheep's warm, curly hair. Thankfully, they accepted me into their herd and gathered round me. I don't think I've ever been cosier, Bonny chuckled. The digger did look pretty cosy. The green digger yawned again and its eyes fluttered shut. I hope the farmer won't mind my sleeping out here, it said. I promise I won't get rusty in the snow. Bonnie assumed that one night of sleeping outside wouldn't do the digger any harm, especially when so many fluffy friends surrounded it. Good night, sleepy Digger, she whispered as she turned to pad back through the snow across the field towards the farm. As she walked, she gazed down the hill and admired the lights of the farmhouse glowing in the distance. The silver moon beamed in the sky and soft snow continued to delicately blow through the air. Bonnie's paws made a satisfying crunching sound with every step. If one digger had chosen to sleep outside, then maybe some others had too. Although she couldn't think of anywhere else on the farm quite as cosy as the sheep field, Bonny racked her brain to think of other places in the farmland that would make a nice warm bed on a cold winter's night. The hay barn would be comfortable for anyone who managed to forge a bed out of the dry golden strands. Bonnie decided she would check there next. On her way down the snowy hill, she sang her tune. I'm off to find the diggers, wherever they may be. I wonder what they're up to and what they'll say to me. Perhaps they embarked on adventure, decided to stay out and play. Perhaps they're building some snowmen or just snoozing in the hay. Wherever they may be, they're they can't hide long from me. Halfway down the hill, Bonny suddenly heard the sound of snoring drifting on the breeze. It was a low rumbling sound, similar to that of a machine hard at work. She followed the direction of the sound and her gaze fell upon the nearby cornfield. Could it be? Bonny pondered as she changed course and trotted towards the cornfield. Corn rarely grew in the winter, but it had been a pleasantly mild autumn, and so the tall crops had stood strong as winter approached. There was no golden corn to be seen on the frost dusted shoots but the dense field of corn plants still stood tall and regal, like an ice palace. As Bonnie got closer, the sound of snoring became louder. There was definitely somebody snoring in this cornfield. To Bonnie's left, she noticed an opening in the corn where it looked like a giant had waded through. There had to be a digger over there. She crept up to the opening, expecting to see a snoring digger amongst the plants. But when she arrived, she saw nothing except bent plants pushed out of the way. However, she could still hear the sound of snoring. She glanced down at the ground, and to her amusement, she saw a tiny mouse coiled up in a makeshift nest made out of fallen cornstalks. The tiny mouse snored and cooed from its pleasant makeshift bed. Surely it wasn't the mouse's snoring she'd heard from all the way up the hill. It couldn't be right. At that moment, Bonnie's thoughts were interrupted by even louder snoring. This sound definitely did not belong to a sweet little mouse. Bonnie squinted into the cornfield, past the bent plant stalks and frosty leaves, and could faintly make out a pair of dim headlights. Careful not to disturb the nearby mouse, Bonnie crept closer and found a blue digger hiding in the cornfield, snoring loudly. Bonnie chuckled. Why are you sleeping here, sleepy digger? But the digger did not respond. It was fast asleep. Bonny noticed that thanks to the height of the corn plants, they had created a dry canopy above the digger's head, protecting it from the falling snow. The thick expanse of corn plants had acted as walls, making the inside of the field as pleasantly warm as the inside of a house. Plus, the sound of the cornfield gently swaying in the breeze made the most relaxing sound. Bonnie could see why the blue digger had found it so easy to fall into a deep slumber. Bonnie backed up out of the cornfield and and whispered, good night, sleepy digger with a smile. Then she glanced at the little sleeping mouse and added, good night, little corn mouse. Bonnie wearily returned to the farmyard. It had been a long walk up to the hill of sheep and an extra diversion to the cornfield. It was getting late, and Bonny was beginning to long for her own bed. But she knew she wouldn't be able to rest until everyone else on the farm was accounted for. There was just one missing digger left to find. She checked the hay barn in case they were in there, but they were not. She peeped in the food store in case the digger had fancied a midnight snack. But the food store was empty. She even looked in the cow barn and the pig pen in case the digger had thought it comfy with them for some reason. But they hadn't. As a last resort, Bonnie returned to the digger's usual shed to see if they had returned after a venture. But there was no one inside. Bonnie had no idea where else the last digger might be. A yawn slipped from her mouth and her eyes and body relaxed. Bonny had been searching all evening for the missing diggers. Perhaps she should wait until morning to find the last one. If the other three had managed to find lovely cosy beds, maybe she should trust that the fourth digger had managed to do the same, wherever it may be. Bonny took a final look around the farmyard and sighed. It was time she returned home to her pups anyway. Bonnie walked around the back of the farmhouse and spotted Farmer Clyde through the window. Two of his children had fallen asleep in front of the fire, whilst the youngest rested on his wife's chest. The parents were each reading a book in silence by the firelight with their blankets pulled up tight to their shoulders. Fresh cups of hot chocolate sat on the coffee table with a plate of biscuits between them. The two farmyard cats, Pudsey and Alice, lazily reclined on the back of the sofa, purring happily. It was an idyllic scene. Usually Bonnie would join the family inside the farmhouse and curl up in her bed beside the fireplace. But tonight Bonnie passed by the back door and instead entered the garage. As she stepped inside, she was welcomed by a wall of heat and dim lighting, perfect for bedtime. At the front end of the garage lay a collection of plush dog beds where her newborn puppy slept. But to Bonnie's surprise, there was nobody in them. Bonny looked around with confusion. Had her puppies moved inside the farmhouse? Just as Bonnie was about to begin another search around the farmyard, she noticed there was something new in the garage. Something that wasn't usually there. In the back corner of the garage sat the last missing digger. The small digger had tucked itself up nicely in the darkest corner of the garage and was peacefully sleeping. Bonny thought maybe the digger would know where her puppies were, so she slowly approached the digger so as not to startle it. Once she was near, Bonnie paused with a gasp. She looked into the digger's bucket and her heart swelled. Curled up inside the digger's wide bucket were her eight newborn puppies. All of her babies were blissfully sleeping, snoring gently and sighing with contentment. The digger was also fast asleep. Bonny was so happy to have found the last missing digger and more importantly, she was so happy to have found her puppies with it. She watched them all sleeping tranquilly and lay down by their side. Bonnie yawned and her body flopped against the floor. She finally felt like she could properly relax. She rested her head on her paws and sighed. She closed her eyes and listened to the beautiful sound of her puppies stirring and dreaming. Bonnie's breathing slowed, her eyes felt heavy and her furry body melted into the ground. With every breath she sank a little deeper into a slumber until eventually the room around her faded away. The sound of her puppy snoring faintly trickled into the background. Her body fell still and her mind became silent. The soft sound of snow tapped on the farmhouse roof. Farmer Clyde's cosy fireplace crackled and burned to an ember and inside the garage Bonnie, the collie and her puppies slept peacefully in the safe presence of the last digger. Knowing that everyone on the farm was present and accounted. Sa. Ra.