Chill Out on the Sleep Railroad: A Story for Kids

Summary

Podcast Summary: "Chill Out on the Sleep Railroad: A Story for Kids"

Podcast Information:

• Title: Little Stories for Tiny People: Anytime and Bedtime Stories for Kids
• Host/Author: Rhea Pechter
• Episode: Chill Out on the Sleep Railroad: A Story for Kids
• Release Date: May 10, 2025

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Introduction

In this enchanting episode of Little Stories for Tiny People, host Rhea Pechter narrates the delightful adventure of Lambden, a young sheep navigating the whimsical world of the Sleep Railroad. Set against the backdrop of a sweltering heatwave, the story intertwines elements of magic, friendship, and problem-solving, captivating both children and their families.

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Setting the Scene

The story begins on a particularly hot late spring Tuesday. Lambden finds himself in Mr. Huffish’s history class, struggling to stay awake amidst the oppressive heat.

Rhea Pechter [00:09]: "This week, instead of frolicking, the young sheep elbowed one another for the small patches of shade."

The classroom lacks sufficient cooling, making the day unbearable. Recess, usually a time of joy, offers no refuge as the students vie for minimal shade. The heatwave extends beyond the classroom, affecting Lambden's entire day.

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Lambden's Beloved Sleep Railroad

As the final school bell rings, Lambden eagerly awaits his nightly escape to the Sleep Railroad—a magical train that provides the perfect temperature for restful sleep. The Sleep Railroad is renowned for its ability to adjust its climate, ensuring comfort regardless of the season.

Rhea Pechter [04:31]: "He was he was about to take a detour to the bathroom for a cursory toothbrushing session when he saw raccoons."

However, on this particular evening, unexpected visitors disrupt Lambden’s routine.

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Unexpected Visitors: The Raccoons

Upon returning home, Lambden discovers two raccoons, Rutherford and Martin, in his bedroom. They claim to represent the Sleep Crew and inform him of exciting upgrades to the Sleep Railroad.

Rutherford Raccoon [09:01]: "I have come to inform you of some truly spectacular upgrades to this evening's train ride."

Their promises of ice pops and paper fans seem enticing, but Lambden senses something amiss. Amid the chaos, Rutherford attempts to promote the enhancements, while Martin warns of malfunctioning chill systems.

Martin Raccoon [11:46]: "I'm from the Sleep group... The Sleep Railroad's chilled air machine is malfunctioning temporarily."

Confusion ensues as the raccoons' true intentions become unclear. Lambden's curiosity and determination lead him to investigate further.

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Boarding the Sleep Railroad Early

Determined to ensure his usual comfortable journey, Lambden decides to board the Sleep Railroad early. As he ventures through the magical tunnel, he encounters various fantastical elements, including bats presenting bright blue pajamas, adding to the story's whimsical charm.

Rhea Pechter [16:04]: "There you go. Lambdan had his choice of seat."

Lambden secures a cozy seat and settles in, anticipating a serene ride despite the earlier disturbances.

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The Malfunction and Rising Tensions

During the journey, the Sleep Railroad's chilled air system unexpectedly fails, plunging the cabin into rising temperatures. Passengers, primarily animals, begin to react with discomfort and panic.

Rhea Pechter [26:05]: "Guests, it seems our chilled air technology is broken."

As the temperature climbs, the initially calm and alert passengers become restless. The moose conductor attempts to regain control, but the situation spirals as the cooling system continues to falter.

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A Call for Calm Amidst Chaos

In the midst of the malfunction, an unexpected chant for speeches emerges among the passengers, providing a momentary distraction from the discomfort.

Mouse Passenger [28:04]: "Speech. Speech. Speech."

Lambden is reluctantly selected to give a speech, further adding to his unease. However, drawing on his composure, he delivers a detailed yet monotonous presentation on the history of knitting needles.

Lambden [23:19]: "Knitting needles have a fascinating history..."

Despite the dullness of his topic, the chill initially helps Lambden remain focused, but the malfunction soon overwhelms the system again.

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Resolution: The Heatwave Ends

As the Sleep Railroad continues to overheat, passengers begin to succumb to fatigue, and Lambden feels his eyelids grow heavy. He awakens to find himself back in his bedroom, refreshed and free from the stifling heat.

Rhea Pechter [33:50]: "Now, I hope you loved the story... Thank you for listening."

Lambden realizes that the intense heat was not due to external weather but his own studio's fireplace, which he accidentally extinguished during the storytelling, resolving the lingering discomfort.

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Conclusion

"Chill Out on the Sleep Railroad" weaves a compelling narrative that highlights resilience and the importance of maintaining comfort amidst challenges. Through Lambden's journey, young listeners learn about problem-solving and the value of a cool, restful environment. Rhea Pechter masterfully blends fantasy with relatable experiences, making this episode a memorable addition to the Little Stories for Tiny People collection.

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Notable Quotes

• Rhea Pechter [00:09]: "I was planning to tell you a story about a snail who runs a marathon and wins 37th place. But because it's so hot, I decided to throw that one out the window and tell you this other story about our dear friend Lambden."

• Rutherford Raccoon [09:01]: "I have come to inform you of some truly spectacular upgrades to this evening's train ride."

• Martin Raccoon [11:46]: "I'm from the Sleep group... The Sleep Railroad's chilled air machine is malfunctioning temporarily."

• Lambden [23:19]: "Knitting needles have a fascinating history..."

• Rhea Pechter [33:50]: "Now, I hope you loved the story... Thank you for listening."

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This episode not only entertains but also subtly educates children about handling unexpected situations and the significance of staying calm under pressure. Little Stories for Tiny People continues to be a beloved resource for family storytelling, fostering imagination and valuable life lessons.

Transcript

[Rhea Pechter]

This is Rhea. Welcome to Little Stories for Tiny People. It's very hot in my studio. It could be because the window is open and it's a sunny mid spring afternoon. It could be because I just ran a mile to pump myself up for this story. Story. Or it could be that my fireplace, the one I have here in my studio with me, is currently crackling with a blazing fire. I can't figure it out. Anyway, I was planning to tell you a story about a snail who runs a marathon and wins 37th place. But because it's so hot, I decided to throw that one out the window and tell you this other story about our dear friend Lambden. Let's hear it. It's called Chill out on the Sleep Railroad. Take it away, Zoe and Zach.

[Zoe]

Remember, there are no pictures. You'll have to imagine the pictures in your mind. You can imagine them however you want. Okay, here we go. Knitting needles have a fascinating history.

[Rhea Pechter]

It was a Tuesday in late spring, and Lamden was in history class. His teacher, Mr. Huffish, was giving a lecture.

[Zoe]

You might think, but they're so simple, aren't they?

[Rhea Pechter]

Lambdin leaned back in his chair and stared up. For the thousandth time that day, he observed that there was no ceiling fan in the classroom.

[Zoe]

In truth. Excuse me? In truth, the history of knitting needles is. Well, it's nothing short of riveting.

[Rhea Pechter]

Normally, if a teacher fell asleep, it would be cause for hushed celebration, the perfect opportunity to draw funny faces on the chalkboard or to break out a deck of cards. But it was not a normal day. The students, Lambden included, wilted in their seats, joining Mr. Huffish in his afternoon doze. You see, for the last four days, the region had been engulfed in a heat wave. The school had no air conditioning. The windows were open, but there was no breeze. Just stagnant, scorching air. It was too hot for shenanigans. Even recess offered no relief. It was usually the best time of day, an opportunity to escape the doldrums of schoolwork and frolic outdoors. To clomp up the slide and get scolded for it.

[Zoe]

How many times must we remind you? You may only go up the slide, children. I mean down.

[Rhea Pechter]

This week, instead of frolicking, the young sheep elbowed one another for the small patches of shade.

[Zoe]

Hey, I was here first.

[Rhea Pechter]

The students secretly hoped to be invited over Willis's house, as he was the only sheep known to have a pool. But as soon as Hoofty, an especially sweaty classmate, asked him about it directly.

[Zoe]

Willis, is there any chance we can Come to your pool. I'll trade you whatever you want at lunch. For the next month, the dream disintegrated. My dad had our pool drained yesterday. Bears were swimming in it to cool off. Draining it was the only way to get them to leave.

[Rhea Pechter]

On this particular day, the final school bell rang out, startling Mr. Huffish and the students awake. Lambdin dragged himself from his seat and plodded out of the building. Slowly, his mind woke up after the rest of him, and his mood brightened despite the sun on his back because he had something to look forward to. As hot as it was every evening, Lamden basked in the perfectly chilled cabin of his beloved sleep train, the magical locomotive that took him on relaxing rides at bedtime. The temperature on the train was always ideal cool in the summer and toasty in the winter. This week, as he slowly roasted each day day, Lambdin realized how much he'd taken this for granted. Over the years, he was more and more grateful to clomp up the steps and be hit with refrigerated air. He trotted home, confident that he was in for a deliciously cool evening ride. After a few hours spent pacing back and forth in front of his family's soul oscillating fan, Lamden nearly fainted when he heard his mother mention they were having soup for dinner. He worried the heat had melted her brain until she clarified that it was cold soup, gazpacho, a delightful medley of onions, tomatoes, peppers, and spices. As he spooned it into his mouth and his internal temperature dipped, his mind cleared and he had an extraordinary idea. He would board the sleep train early. He'd race to bed, press his button, and hit that wall of chilled air well before departure. As a rule, Lambdin did not rush at bedtime. He saw no need to drop into the train tunnel before the boarding process was nearly finished. The one time he had arrived early, he learned that prior to the official boarding window, one could take a comfortable seat and hear calming music piped through the speakers that was frequently interrupted by advertisements.

[Zach]

If you are a truly serious sleeper, you'll want to scamper, fly, or scuttle down to your nearest Blanket palace this weekend for their biggest sell of the year. Drop by for deals on some of Blanket Palace's best sellers, like their sumptuous chenille burlap cat.

[Rhea Pechter]

On a typical evening, Lambdon did not find this to be a reasonable price to pay simply to get his pick of seats, but tonight it would be well worth it. After shoveling the rest of his soup, he kissed his mother, father, and sister goodnight and clomped up to his bedroom. He was he was about to take a detour to the bathroom for a cursory toothbrushing session when he saw raccoons. There were two of them on his bed, engaged in an argument.

[Zoe]

I'm gonna tell him you will do.

[Rhea Pechter]

Nothing of the kind.

[Zoe]

Oh yeah? What are you gonna.

[Rhea Pechter]

Excuse me, Lambdin said, feeling a pit settle in his tummy. It was never a good sign to discover unexpected creatures looming over his p Also hotter upstairs than it had been. In the kitchen, Lambden itched to press his button.

[Zoe]

Lambton shoop.

[Rhea Pechter]

One of the raccoons said, stepping forward with an ingratiating smile. It's sheep, obviously, said the other raccoon, rolling his eyes. Lamb din Sheep.

[Zoe]

Allow me to introduce myself, the first.

[Rhea Pechter]

Raccoon said, leaping to the floor.

[Zoe]

I'm Rutherford Raccoon and I've been sent by my employers.

[Rhea Pechter]

The Sleep crew, Lambdin said, scratching the wool on his chin.

[Zoe]

Precisely the operators of none other than the magnificent Sleep Train. Now, I usually work behind the scenes, but there was a bit of a scheduling snafu, so here I Sorry, what.

[Rhea Pechter]

Are you doing in my bedroom?

[Zoe]

Yeah, why don't you tell him?

[Rhea Pechter]

The other raccoon said with a sly grin. He had exceptionally long whiskers and enormous eyes, the combination of which gave him a mischievous appearance. Rutherford sneered at the long whiskered raccoon before fixing Lambdan with a smile. Excellent question.

[Zoe]

I have come to inform you of some truly spectacular upgrades to this evening's train ride.

[Rhea Pechter]

Really? The long whiskered raccoon plopped down to a seated position beside Lamden's pillow and crossed his paws over his chest with an expression that said, this'll be good indeed.

[Zoe]

For example, ice pops.

[Rhea Pechter]

Ice pops?

[Zoe]

Under your pillow you will find a coupon for a complimentary ice pop.

[Rhea Pechter]

Rutherford looked pleased with himself. Uh huh.

[Zoe]

I also left you a beautifully crafted paper fan.

[Rhea Pechter]

Oh no. Lamden's mind was muddled by the damp heat in the air, but he had a strong sense something was wrong and.

[Zoe]

It will be a fully open windowed ride.

[Rhea Pechter]

Open windowed to get a breeze blowing. Rutherford exclaimed. At this, the long whiskered raccoon leapt up and down on the bed.

[Zoe]

You tell him the truth. You tell him The Sleep Train's chilled.

[Rhea Pechter]

Air machine is a furry blur torpedoed from the floor to the bed as Rutherford pounced on the long whiskered raccoon. What followed was a frenzied wrestling match with the one raccoon attempting to shout something.

[Zoe]

The machine is.

[Rhea Pechter]

And the other raccoon smothering his words with a paw. Lambdan did not have time for this. He needed to escape the heat. He strode forward and grabbed Rutherford, the Sleep Crew employee, and sent him flying. He landed in a heap by the window. Ouch. Lambdan pointed at the other creature. What is going on? I'm Martin, the raccoon said, panting from the tussle and the heat.

[Zoe]

I'm from the Sleep group.

[Rhea Pechter]

Ah, the company that ran the Sleep Railroad. The sleeptrain's competitor. What are you doing here?

[Zoe]

He should not be here. He has no right to. I'm here to make sure you're aware that the Sleep Train is as hot as this bedroom.

[Rhea Pechter]

Huh? Lambdin glanced at Rutherford, who looked irritated but who did not even attempt to deny it. So it was true.

[Zoe]

The train's chilled air machine is malfunctioning temporarily. Our team of engineers will. But the Sleep Railroad is perfectly chilled this evening. Look.

[Rhea Pechter]

In one swift motion, Martin peeled back Lambdon's pillow and tossed it aside. Lambdin stepped forward to get a better view. There was his Sleep Train button. Beside it were two items. A crinkled coupon for an ice pop and a paper fan. It did appear to be beautifully crafted. Near the button was the Sleep Railroad knob. It was sweltering in the bedroom, but curiously, a little cloud of cold mist emanated from the knob. Lambdin imagined fanning himself on a steaming hot Sleep Train. With a paltry breeze drifting in the windows and an ice pop melting onto his wool, he could sense Rutherford getting to his feet behind him. Raccoons, he knew, were wily creatures. He had no interest in giving this one a chance. Chance to delay him any longer. Are you sure it'll be cold on the Sleep Railroad?

[Zoe]

So cold. You want a blanket? Not that we have any of those, but you'll get socks and a neck.

[Rhea Pechter]

Pillow, martin said cheerily, gesturing at the knob.

[Zoe]

Wait. I have more coupons. You can have as many ice pops as you want while supplies last, of course.

[Rhea Pechter]

But Rutherford was too late. Lambdon reached forward through a wall of heat and turned the icy Sleep Railroad knob. A great puff of sparkling powder burst upwards. It was marvelously cold. Lamden coughed as the room and the raccoons, one triumphant, one frantic.

[Zoe]

What about two fans? Would two make a difference?

[Rhea Pechter]

Disappeared in a sparkly haze. Lamden tumbled blindly through space, landed on his back with a bump, and went sliding. How do I always forget this part? But this time he welcomed the stream of rushing water. After he sloshed out of the slide and toppled to the ground. Ow. He clicked through the turnstile. Hair dryers descended from the ceiling, and lamden braced himself for a rush of hot air, wishing he could return to the cold water of the slide. But this time, the dryers blasted him with chilly air. Within minutes, he was dry. As soon as the dryers ascended into the ceiling, a trio of bats appeared holding bright blue pajamas. Is it possible not to be unnerved by bats swooping at one's face? Lamden flinched despite knowing what they came to do. In a swift blur, they whooshed around him, then flew away. Carrying his rumpled clothes, he set off wearing his new pajamas down the tunnel. Five minutes later, Lambden was aboard the sleep railroad. Even with the tussle in his bedroom, he'd arrived early. There was no line, just the towering moose's identical twin sister settling into position at the entrance. Hello. Good evening.

[Zach]

Step aboard, please.

[Rhea Pechter]

There you go. Lambdan had his choice of seat. As he was one of the first few passengers, he selected one in a row midway through the cabin. An aisle seat so he'd have a good view of the lectern. But more importantly, most importantly, after the day he'd had, the air was frosty. As promised, he settled in and closed his eyes, listening to the soft music piped in through the speakers until the towering moose's identical twin sister's voice cut in.

[Zach]

Hello. This weekend, make a trip to neck pillow necessities for their annual spring sale. Neck pillow necessities is the sleep group's official neck pillow supplier. Walk, amble or swim to neck pillow Necessities today or tomorrow or the following day.

[Rhea Pechter]

Lambden chuckled to himself. I'm gonna pass on that. Passengers trickled in, found seats and opened their reading materials. They seemed chipper and more awake than usual. The railroad filled quickly, and soon Lambdin had a seatmate to his left, a porcupine, who cracked open a thick reference book about weeding. Looks like someone will be ready to give a speech, Lambdin said with a laugh. Actually, I'm reading this for book club, the porcupine said.

[Zoe]

If I'm picked, I'm giving a speech on roofing materials.

[Rhea Pechter]

Hmm. The train rumbled to life and rattled down the tracks. Socks, neck pillows. The porcupine rested his weeding book in his lap. Yes, please, he said, reaching up to the giraffe, who handed him the items.

[Zoe]

I do love these socks.

[Rhea Pechter]

Uh, no, thank you, Lambdan said to the giraffe, who swiftly moved on to the next row. Lambdin did not want Anything? Not even a sock getting between him and the delightful chill in the air.

[Zoe]

Unfortunately, I don't have a neck, the porcupine said solemnly. So I used the pillow as a book rest.

[Rhea Pechter]

He shoved the pillow beneath his book and went back to reading.

[Zach]

We have used our lottery system to select the first volunteer. Will Willoughby S marmot please make your way to the lectern?

[Rhea Pechter]

Lambdin glanced out the railroad's windows. The sky was a milky gray, brighter than usual. The moon was nearly full, and there were plenty of stars. He imagined what was taking place in the sleep train Gifts.

[Zach]

Hello. As you likely know, perspiration is one of nature's greatest gifts, ridding us of impurities and refreshing the mind. Now, sit back and fan yourself as we approach our next performance on tonight's Sleep Train sauna.

[Rhea Pechter]

Lambdin chuckled. He would gladly board the sleep train once the heat wave subsided. Until then, he was grateful to have an alternative, even without the magical performances. He watched as a reddish brown marmot loped down the aisle and took his place at the lectern. Hello.

[Zoe]

I am Willoughby, and I will be discussing the proper technique for dusting furniture. Hmm. Very good.

[Rhea Pechter]

Wonderful topic.

[Zoe]

Dusting furniture is more complicated than many creatures appreciate. That's what my grandma always said. You must approach each piece of furniture with a targeted plan that takes into account the size, surface area, and reachability of the furniture. It's just true.

[Rhea Pechter]

Mm. Lamden smiled and nestled in his seat. He'd come to love these boring speeches.

[Zoe]

Then you must consider your dusting tool. My personal favorite is a classic feather duster. My feather duster is made from high quality Vermont goose feathers. When using this feather duster, I simply swish it back and forth.

[Rhea Pechter]

Ahem. The towering moose's identical twin sister stood up from her stool at the front of the railroad and cast a meaningful look at the sign posted on the wall. It listed a number of rules. Fourteen, she said, referring to the line that read, speeches may not include any onomatopoeia such as sizzle, whoosh, or swish.

[Zoe]

Oh, sorry. When using my feather duster, I simply move it back and forth.

[Rhea Pechter]

The moose smiled and returned to her seat. Willoughby gave a few more dusting tips.

[Zoe]

Typewriter keys can be tricky. Personally, I dust each key individually so that.

[Rhea Pechter]

Then came a small chime.

[Zach]

Willoughby, please return to your seat.

[Rhea Pechter]

Lambdan watched the marmot slip down from the lectern and amble down the aisle. Beside him, the porcupine was still reading. The animals in nearby rows perused magazines, filed their claws, and scratched their ears. With hind feet. It occurred to Lambdin that these passengers were the most active he'd seen on an evening ride. All week he'd been falling asleep in class due to the sweltering heat, the damp in the air. It put the students into a kind of trance. But here on this frigid train, the animals were entirely alert. Lambden himself was wide awake. He had not yawned once. Instead, he shivered. The cold is keeping us awake, he thought to himself. Huh? But he had little time to consider this, because Lambton sheep, you have been.

[Zach]

Selected by our lottery as our next speaker. Lambton sheep, please make your way to the lectern and begin.

[Rhea Pechter]

Because he had to give a speech, Lambdon rose from his seat, feeling a mix of reluctance and resignation. This was part of what he'd signed up for by boarding. He made his way down the aisle, took his place at the lectern, and looked out at the rows of extremely awake passengers who stared back at him and felt every idea fly out of his head. Uh, good evening. Yes, I'll just stall a bit. This is fine. It's good to be with all of you. Lamden could feel the moose's eyes on him. The passengers began shifting in their seats, but his nerves subsided and his mind was clear, thanks to the chill in the air. The perfect topic for a boring speech came to him then, courtesy of his history teacher, Mr. Huffish. Knitting needles have a fascinating history, Lambden began. The passengers exchanged pleased looks. He sensed the moose settling into her seat. Throughout the centuries, knitting needles have been made of various metal, wood, ivory, fishbone. It was especially cold by the lectern. The passengers seemed content, enjoying the dullness of his speech, but he heard nary a yawn. Most knitting needles have a single point, but double pointed needles have been around for centuries as well. We now have the benefit of circular knitting needles to use in making woolen socks, for example. The passengers blinked up at him with placid expressions. Usually this type of detail would put several of them to sleep at once. How will any of us get to sleep like this? This. Lambdon thought of Martin the raccoon's comment in his bedroom.

[Zoe]

So cold. You want a blanket? Not that we have any of those, but you'll get socks and a neck pillow.

[Rhea Pechter]

He was right about that. Lambdan looked out at the sea of animals. They shivered and stared up at him, blinking. Of course, lamden went on. Circular needles did not become popular until just then. There came a loud popping sound.

[Zoe]

Pop. What was that? Pop.

[Rhea Pechter]

Cried a dramatic swan, breaking the onomatopoeia rule. Then came a hiss.

[Zoe]

What was that hiss?

[Rhea Pechter]

Cried a baffled toad, flagrantly breaking it again. It took Lamden a second to realize what had happened. But only a second, because almost instantly, the chill in the air lost its bite. The dramatic swan figured it out, too.

[Zoe]

The chilled air machine. It's not running anymore.

[Rhea Pechter]

Gasps flew up all over the place. The moose nearly pushed Lamdan out of the way as she raced to address the passengers. Ah.

[Zach]

Return to your seat.

[Rhea Pechter]

Everything is under control. Lambdan cradled his elbow and climbed clomped to his seat amidst the growing commotion.

[Zach]

Guests, remain calm. It seems our chilled air technology is broken.

[Zoe]

This is a disaster.

[Rhea Pechter]

The sleep train rumbled down the tracks. Through the windows, Lambdin could see the moonlit countryside passing in a blur. Inside the rail car, rapidly warmed passengers started ripping off their socks.

[Zoe]

My feet is burning. You mean your feet are burning and.

[Rhea Pechter]

Sending their neck pillows flying through the air.

[Zoe]

My neck. It's on fire.

[Zach]

Guests, it seems that our chilled air technology has been overtaxed. Our team of engineers is working tirelessly to bring it back online.

[Rhea Pechter]

Lambdin could see the moose's eyes shifting wildly above her slight smile. How will I ever get to sleep? How will any of us get to sleep? It was then that a small creature several rows back began to chant, Speech.

[Zoe]

Speech. Speech. Speech.

[Rhea Pechter]

It sounded like a mouse. A tiny mouse who, despite the heat and the chaos and the uncertainty, wanted to hear another speech. Other passengers here and there joined in until the majority of the passengers joined in. Lambdin joined in.

[Zoe]

Speech. Speech. Speech.

[Rhea Pechter]

At the head of the train, the moose looked flummoxed, but she swiftly conferred with a uniformed ape, straightened and said.

[Zach]

Ahem, we have selected a speaker using our lottery system. Will Lumetta be skunk? Please approach the lectern and begin.

[Rhea Pechter]

A number of passengers stood on their seats, shocked.

[Zoe]

Yay.

[Rhea Pechter]

Thank you. The riders fanned themselves with paws, claws, and wings as Lumetta shuffled down the aisle to the lectern. Tonight I will discuss the art of folding towels. At the word towels, the passengers gave a collective sigh. They shook their heads in wonder at the dullness of the topic. Different types of of towels must be folded with different techniques. Folding a bath towel requires precision. Specifically, one must ensure that the corners of the towel are perfectly lined up at each step of the process or the end result will appear amateurish and sloppy. There was a chorus of yawns as the passengers slouched into their seats. Sleep group employees ran up and down the aisles, opening the windows to let in some breezy air. But it did little. The Sleep Railroad was practically an oven, nearly as hot as Lambden's classroom that day, hot enough to put the passengers into a kind of trance. For the first time since boarding, Lamden felt his eyelids grow heavy. If a sloppily folded towel is placed on a shelf in a linen closet, the entire stack of towels will be negatively affected. If a guest in your home peeks into your linen closet and sees the sloppy towels, your reputation will be negatively affected. Passengers dropped off to sleep one by one. Lamden's mind became hazy, and soon washcloths present a particular challenge. Due to their small size, it is imperative it quieted altogether. Lambdan blinked his eyes open in bed and sat up to the sound of birds singing in the tree outside. He felt amazing, so well rested from the ridiculous ride in the Sleep Railroad. And there was something else. Something was missing, wasn't it? That's when he noticed he was not drenched in sweat. The air in his bedroom was mild. A breeze came through the open window. The heat wave was over. Lambdin bounded up from his bed, ready to take on the day. More ready than he'd been in a whole week. It turns out it was the fireplace. That's why it was so hot in here. You see, while I was telling the story, I accidentally knocked my water pitcher over. It splashed into the fireplace, put out the fire, and lo and behold, it's rather nice in here. Now, I hope you loved the story. Little Stories for Tiny People is written, performed and produced by me, Rhea Pechter, my in house Tech Director. Peter K. Runs my website and puts my stories in the Internet for all of you to enjoy. Thank you to Zoe and Zach for the super important reminder message at the beginning and thank you to the many premium subscribers who supplied sound effects used in this story. Thank you to Hannah Maxwell, Jeremiah May, Arden, Marin, Matthew, Talia, Lucy, Violet, Clancy, Arlo, Abby, Henry, Margie, Hadley, Charlotte, Izzy, Felix, Skyler, Finn, Lucas, and Penny. And thank you as always for listening.

[Zoe]

Sa.