Fly Away on the Sleep Hot Air Balloon: A Story for Kids

Summary

Summary of "Fly Away on the Sleep Hot Air Balloon: A Story for Kids"

Little Stories for Tiny People: Anytime and Bedtime Stories for Kids presents an enchanting episode titled "Fly Away on the Sleep Hot Air Balloon: A Story for Kids," masterfully narrated by host Rhea Pechter. Released on March 15, 2025, this episode weaves a delightful tale filled with whimsy, adventure, and valuable life lessons, perfect for sparking the imagination of children and delighting the entire family.

---

Introduction

The story centers around Lambden, a sheep grappling with the trials of a particularly bothersome Friday afternoon in math class. Rhea Pechter sets the stage with a relatable scenario—dealing with discomfort and unexpected challenges—before unfolding a magical journey that transcends the ordinary school day.

---

Plot Overview

1. A Frustrating Day at School [00:09 - 02:32]

Lambden finds himself distracted and uncomfortable in math class, struggling to focus on a test that seems particularly unfair. His day has been marred by itchiness caused by scratchy pajamas adorned with dancing carrots, a gift from his Aunt Ida. Mistakenly believing it to be Wacky Pajama Day, Lambden faces blank stares from his classmates upon his arrival, realizing it was actually Wild Wool Day. His irritation peaks as he contemplates the convoluted math problems, especially perplexed by a question unrelated to wool:

Lambden: "If Zelda has 11 skeins of merino wool yarn and Geraldo has 323 skeins of merino wool yarn, why would a sheep have 323 skeins of yarn?" (01:07)

2. The Mysterious Question and the Butterfly [02:32 - 07:27]

As the test concludes, Lambden discovers an enigmatic question about a "sleep hot air balloon," written in pen amidst otherwise typed problems. Suspecting foul play by the Sleep Crew, the company operating the beloved Sleep Train, he contemplates the meaning behind the addition. Upon returning home, Lambden uncovers a second, mysterious button beneath his pillow, accompanied by a wooden box. When he opens it, a brilliant blue butterfly emerges, leading to an unexpected invitation:

Butterfly Lily Mae: "I'm here to offer you a ticket on our brand new, cutting edge, completely safe, at least very low risk, mind blowing sleep hot air balloon." (08:17)

3. Boarding the Sleep Hot Air Balloon [07:27 - 16:33]

Accepting the offer, Lambden boards the massive hot air balloon alongside other pajama-clad animals. The balloon is a spectacle of shimmering fabrics and magical features, with a grand ribbon-cutting ceremony presided over by the illustrious Towering Moose. The serene ascent is interrupted by captivating performances from meerkats and a safety demonstration by a warthog named Thelma. However, the tranquility is swiftly disrupted when red pandas juggling lizards create chaos, leading to a snaggletooth lizard biting the balloon and sending it spiraling downward:

Lily Mae: "In the event of an emergency, do not panic. Remain at ease." (17:04)

4. The Mid-Air Catastrophe and Peaceful Descent [16:33 - 32:32]

As panic ensues, passengers are instructed to don colorful parachutes. Despite the turmoil, Lambden remains remarkably calm, embracing the unexpected adventure. As he parachutes down beneath his glowing canopy, he experiences a profound sense of peace, reflecting the story's underlying theme of finding tranquility amidst chaos. Upon awakening, Lambden realizes he was narrating his own story from the beginning, albeit humorously noting missing details like "shrimp."

---

Notable Quotes

The episode features charming dialogues that enhance the storytelling:

• Lambden's Frustration:

  "It should be against the law to administer math tests after lunch on a Friday." (00:49)

• Lily Mae's Persuasion:

  "I'm here to offer you a ticket on our brand new, cutting edge, completely safe..." (08:17)

• Safety Demonstration Commentary:

  "In the event of a mid air catastrophe." (17:42)

• Passenger's Reflection on Adventure:

  "It smells like adventure." said the squirrel. (19:29)

---

Themes and Insights

"Fly Away on the Sleep Hot Air Balloon" elegantly intertwines themes of resilience, adaptability, and the magic of imagination. Lambden's journey from a frustrating school day to a serene parachute descent underscores the importance of maintaining calm in the face of unexpected challenges. The whimsical elements, such as the Sleep Train and the magical balloon, serve to ignite children's creativity and encourage them to embrace adventures, both big and small.

Additionally, the story subtly addresses the frustrations of childhood experiences—like uncomfortable clothing and confusing school events—transforming them into opportunities for growth and exploration. The characters, from the wise Towering Moose to the mischievous butterfly Lily Mae, add depth and relatability, making the narrative engaging for young listeners.

---

Conclusion

Rhea Pechter's "Fly Away on the Sleep Hot Air Balloon: A Story for Kids" is a captivating installment in the Little Stories for Tiny People series. Through its rich narrative, engaging characters, and immersive soundscapes, the episode offers a magical escape that is both entertaining and educational. Perfect for bedtime or car rides, this story not only delights children but also imparts valuable lessons on handling adversity with grace and finding peace amidst life's turbulences.

Listeners are left enchanted by Lambden's adventure, eager to revisit the whimsical world of the Sleep Train and its extraordinary escapades in future episodes.

Transcript

[Rhea]

This is Rhea. Welcome to Little Stories for Tiny People. I'm in a bit of a pickle. I can't actually find the story I was supposed to tell you today. This is the first time I've ever been forced into this position, but. Well, okay, challenge accepted. I'll have to tell this story from memory. It's called. Hmm. It's called Sail Away. No, no. Lift off. No, I've done that already. Fly away on the Sleep Hot air balloon.

[Peter]

That's it.

[Rhea]

Take it away.

[Lily Mae]

Lily Mae, remember, there are no pictures. You have to imagine them in your mind. You can imagine them however you want. Okay, here we go.

[Rhea]

It was a Friday afternoon, and Lambden, the sheep, was in math class completely unable to focus. It should be against the law to administer math tests after lunch on a Friday, he thought, nodding. But he could not see a way to rapidly outlaw the test he was in the middle of taking. Focus, he told himself. If Zelda has 11 skeins of merino wool yarn and Geraldo has 323 skeins of merino wool yarn, why would a sheep have 323Skeins of yarn? Lamden scratched his tor. That he was expected to take a math test on Friday afternoon was galling enough, but Lambden had also been plagued by itchiness all day. That morning, he had donned scratchy pajamas. He hadn't known they were scratchy. He'd recently received them as a gift from his Aunt Ida. They had dancing carrots printed all over them, and he wore them to school for what he believed was Wacky Pajama Day. When he'd arrived, he was met with blank stares from his classmates.

[Lily Mae]

Lambdon, what are you wearing? Are those pajamas?

[Rhea]

Because, in fact, it was Wild Wool Day. I can't wait for Spirit Week to be over, lambdon muttered, his attention turning to the window that was another source of distraction. For the last 10 minutes, a bright blue butterfly had been fluttering around, searching for an exit. You may be trapped, but at least you don't have to take a math test. Lambdan forced his attention back to his paper. Despite the sluggishness of his brain and the itch that seemed to migrate to a new region of his wool every few minutes. And the hapless butterfly scrabbling at the window. Lamden eventually scrawled the answer to his final test question. Or so he thought. When he turned the test face down on his desk, he discovered another question on the back. Huh? He whispered it to himself haltingly, as it contained a number of spelling errors. If you boarded a relaxing hoot air balloon that had three fantustic performances. How many minutes would it take for you to fell asleeps? It was the only item that was written in pen rather than typed. It was also the only question on the test that did not relate to wool. How could I possibly figure out how long it would take for me to wait a second? Lambdin knew the sheep who sat closest to him. Yarndon usually finished tests at the same time he did. If Lambden was on the final question, Yarndon would be too.

[Lily Mae]

I'll just take a quick glance.

[Rhea]

As soon as Lambdin's eyes shifted to his neighbor's desk, he heard students.

[Lily Mae]

As a reminder, if I catch you looking at another sheep's paper, your math test will become my afternoon snack.

[Rhea]

The substitute professor Hoofbuilt fixed Lamden with an icy glare. Lamden gulped as Yarndon got up to turn in his test. It didn't matter. Lambdon had seen that the back of Yarndon's test packet was blank. So I am the only one with the hoot air balloon question. I mean hot air balloon. And just like that, recognition came to him like a bell ringing. This question was added to my test by a sleep crew employee, Lambdin surmised, thinking of the company that operated the beloved sleep train he rode every night, the one that took him on magical journeys filled with captivating performances, before lulling him to a restful night's sleep. Huh? Then an actual bell rang, signaling the end of not just math class, but the entire school week. Lamden turned in his test, leaving that last question blank. He practically ran home. He was so itchy he couldn't wait to tear off his pajamas. After a spectacular itch free afternoon playing outside in overalls, Lamden enjoyed a delicious dinner of lemon alfalfa fritters with his family. Soon enough, the sky grew dark out the windows, and Lambdin clomped upstairs to bed. At his dresser, he hesitated a moment before selecting his warmest pajamas. In the bathroom, he brushed his teeth and fluffed his wool. He trotted to his bed and peeled back his pillow. Just as I thought. Along with his usual sleep train button. There was another button beside it in the shape of a hot air balloon. Next to that, there was a wooden box with a sticky note attached. Oppen me, lambdin read aloud. Is that someone's name? Hey, that handwriting looks awfully familiar. Open me, said a muffled voice.

[Lily Mae]

It says open me. Or it's supposed to.

[Rhea]

Huh? Lamdin opened the box. Out flew a butterfly with brilliant blue wings. The insect fluttered above the box and squinted at the handwriting.

[Lily Mae]

Okay, so spelling's not my forte. I have my strengths. I'm very good at pollening.

[Rhea]

What were you doing in that box?

[Lily Mae]

I couldn't sit underneath your pillow. My wings would be crushed beyond repair. Or at least crinkled, which is unacceptable to me.

[Rhea]

Hey, lambdan said, putting a huff to his chin. You were in my classroom. Maybe, the butterfly said, smiling shyly. You added that question to my test.

[Lily Mae]

Clever, right?

[Rhea]

I'm a member of the sleep crew. I know.

[Lily Mae]

And I'm here to offer you a ticket on our brand new, cutting edge, completely safe, at least very low risk, mind blowing sleep hot air balloon. So the first thing to know is.

[Rhea]

I'm gonna have to interrupt you, Lamdon said with a frown.

[Lily Mae]

But you can't say no yet.

[Rhea]

Look, I no, you look. Lamden sighed. The butterfly zipped through the air.

[Lily Mae]

It's got incredible amenities like the boarding process. So streamlined. And the seats, they're like. They're like cocoons. And the blankets.

[Rhea]

I'll board it, lamden said.

[Lily Mae]

They're so fuzzy. What?

[Rhea]

The butterfly hovered in place. I'll go.

[Lily Mae]

You will? I can't believe this. The team is going to be so jealous.

[Rhea]

Especially Arnold.

[Lily Mae]

He told me you were difficult, but I knew a sheep that poofy could not be difficult. I mean, look at you. You look like a marshmallow.

[Rhea]

So I've heard, Lambdon said with an amused smile. Now if you'll excuse me. He reached out a hoof and pressed the Sleep hot air balloon button.

[Lily Mae]

Wait.

[Rhea]

Cried the butterfly.

[Lily Mae]

I expect you to be slightly difficult. I have to know. Why did you say yes?

[Rhea]

But it was too late. A great swirling cloud streamed upwards. Lamden fell through the portal of his pillow and landed on top of a cow. Oof. He tumbled off and hit damp spring grass. Ugh. Lambdon staggered to his feet, unsurprised by his ungraceful landing. The sleep crew's pillow transport process was not exactly precise, but he was surprised to find that he had fallen directly into a crowd of creatures waiting to board the enormous hot air balloon that waited strapped to the ground. Nearby, he and the cow were surrounded by animals wearing pajamas. The cow was wearing pajamas? Huh? For a second, Lamden's heart fluttered with nerves until he saw that the pajamas these animals were wearing were not in the least bit wacky. They were cozy, fleece lined, extra warmth like the ones he'd selected since he knew he'd be in the open night air, but not wacky. This mattered greatly to Lambdon and related to the answer he had not had time to provide in reply to the butterfly's question, I have to know, why.

[Lily Mae]

Did you say yes?

[Rhea]

The truth was it had not only been Spirit Week at school, it was also Spirit week on the Sleep Train.

[Peter]

Guess hello. Welcome to another spiritastic night on the Sleep Train. Remember, tomorrow will be you are what you eat night. Make sure to dress up as your favorite snack. I expect to see some owls dressed as mice and some mice dressed as pepper jack cheese.

[Rhea]

It got so confusing that Lambden had mixed up his spirit days and his spirit nights. He'd worn his dancing carrot pajamas to school, but in fact it would be Wacky Pajama Night, the final spirit night on the Sleep Train that evening.

[Peter]

Make sure to wear your most outlet.

[Rhea]

But Lambdin wouldn't be there. He'd be flying away on the sleep hot air balloon, though first he had to witness the ribbon cutting ceremony over which the Towering Moose, the Sleep Train's illustrious tour guide, presided.

[Peter]

Guess hello. Welcome to this unequivocally historic ribbon cutting event to introduce the world to our magnificent over the top high flying I.

[Rhea]

There were many words, and the passengers started slumping on each other's shoulders and fainting to the ground with exhaustion. After what felt like years, the moose held out a hoof to a uniformed poodle who provided a pair of gleaming scissors from between her teeth. By the time the ribbon was snipped, half the animals were curled on the ground, snoring. As promised, the boarding process was streamlined. A line of sleepy animals shuffled past the towering moose up a ramp to the basket of the balloon. Waiting his turn, Lambden finally took a good look at it and his mouth dropped open. It was massive. Lamden had never seen a hot air balloon before, only in pictures. It was much bigger than he'd imagined. The balloon itself was made from a thick fabric and had a swirling pattern of gold, silver, bronze, and pearly white. Its surface seemed to shimmer in the light of the crescent moon and smattering of stars. He thought he could see tiny sparkles of light drifting from its material. Below. An enormous basket sat on the Good evening, Lambdin, the moose said, her eyes agleam. Lambdin had been so mesmerized he hadn't noticed it was his turn to board.

[Peter]

What a treat for you to join us. Step aboard, please.

[Rhea]

Lambdin stepped forward, grateful he did not have to get through another night of the Sleep Train Spirit Week, and the thought brought a question to his mind. Impulsively, he turned to the moose before his hoof touched the ramp. It occurred to me, lambdan said, causing the moose's eyes to widen above her practiced smile. Well, I was wondering.

[Peter]

You do that, don't you, Lambdin wonder.

[Rhea]

It's just how are you here when. Well, aren't you also overseeing the sleep train tonight? How can you be in two places at once? The moose's tense expression relaxed.

[Peter]

You must expand your imagination. Remember, Lambdin, we at the Sleep Crew engage in a magical enterprise. Now hurry along. Our ascent begins in mere moments.

[Rhea]

She gave him a push, and with a light stumble, he clomped up the ramp. The balloon's basket was surprisingly roomy. Dozens of passengers sat in a circle, hugging the perimeter so that the center of the basket was open. Above, a flame danced, sending heat into the balloon. Lambden found a seat between a squirrel flipping through a magazine about forest real estate and a goat wearing pajamas printed with electric guitar playing giraffes. Must not have gotten the memo, Lambdon thought with a chuckle. He eased into his seat with a deep, contented sigh.

[Peter]

Girls. Hello.

[Rhea]

The towering moose stood in the center of the basket and clasped her hoofs together.

[Peter]

Attention. Attention, please. We will now enjoy a brief yet legally essential exploration of the amenities of a protective and precautionary nature present on this extraordinary vessel.

[Rhea]

Huh?

[Peter]

Thelma, will you do the honors?

[Rhea]

A squat warthog wearing thick framed glasses stepped forward, her eyes trained on a yellow legal pad.

[Lily Mae]

In the event of an emergency, do not panic. Remain at ease. Heart rates should remain below 95 beats per minute for most creatures and below six hundred and fifty beats per minute for rodents. Oh, it's a safety demonstration.

[Rhea]

Well, why didn't they just say so?

[Lily Mae]

In the event of a water landing, do not fret. You may use your seat cushion as a flotation device.

[Rhea]

I don't do water, said a baffled tortoise.

[Lily Mae]

In the event of a mid air catastrophe.

[Rhea]

Ahem, the towering moose murmured, her eyes wild.

[Lily Mae]

Excuse me? In the event of a mid air event.

[Rhea]

The towering moose nodded.

[Lily Mae]

Locate your personal parachute beneath your seat and put it on like so.

[Rhea]

Thelma donned a parachute backpack and turned in a slow circle so that everyone could get a good look.

[Peter]

These parachute packs feature our own patented technology, the moose trilled.

[Rhea]

Lamden was not paying attention. His focus had drifted to the clusters of stars in the ink black sky. Did someone say parachute? He muttered and turned to look at Thelma. But she was gone, replaced by Martleby the Porcupine, his paws piled high with blankets. Within minutes, Lamden was nestled beneath his.

[Lily Mae]

Weighted blanket fuzzy weighted or recycled patchwork denim.

[Rhea]

Soft music drifted from speakers placed around the balloon's basket. Delilah, a rabbit who frequented the Sleep Train and always brought her mist machine, sent out a fine spray of. Well, Lamden could not quite place the scent. Huh. It's kinda woodsy. A bit citrusy. Smells like.

[Lily Mae]

It smells like adventure, said the squirrel seated beside him.

[Rhea]

Lamdin chuckled, but he couldn't argue. It did smell like adventure. With a tinkling of bells, the hot air balloon lifted up from the ground. It was glorious. Lambdan could hardly believe how he'd lucked out. Not only did he get to skip another cheesy spirit night on the Sleep Train, but he got this. He turned in his seat and sat up, craning his neck to glimpse over the side of the basket. Whoa. They'd barely gotten going, but he could already see for miles over gently rolling hills. Again he saw shimmering sparkles of light drifting off the surface of the balloon. He watched them float on the breeze, then wink out of sight.

[Thelma]

Guest hello. We at the Sleep Crew hope you are enjoying this truly majestic and truly proprietary sleep experience. Nestle beneath your blankets and turn your attention towards our first performers, the chain reactionists.

[Rhea]

Lamden turned away from the beautiful hillside below and settled back into his seat just as a crew of meerkats appeared. Six meerkats swiftly set in place a large rectangular platform that took up most of the central area of the balloon basket. A dozen more appeared from where a hidden chamber. It was not clear. They carried pouches that they set down beside the platform. From the pouches they extracted small ivory colored rectangular dominoes.

[Lily Mae]

Are those dominoes?

[Rhea]

They were indeed. With exacting movements and working in total concert with one another, they created an elaborate, winding, circuitous domino design. They were traditional cream colored tiles with black dots of different numbers. This, please, pleased the passengers. I'm a purist, what can I say? It took a few captivating minutes for them to place their remaining tiles and a mood of disbelief fell over the crowd. There's no way they will all fall, I say.

[Lily Mae]

What they're attempting strains credulity. This is false advertising. I want a 91% refund.

[Rhea]

A hush fell over the balloon's basket as the smallest meerkat climbed on the platform, reached out a claw, and ever so gently tapped a single domino. No one breathed. Lamdin didn't breathe. Even the towering moose standing in a corner of the basket seemed frozen in place with a hoof to her chest. There was a click as the first domino struck its neighbor. Then Another click. More clicks as the dominoes fell one after another in rapid succession. The balloon riders were riveted as the falling dominoes reached their first big challenge. A sharp turn. They handled it with ease.

[Lily Mae]

Incredible.

[Thelma]

How do they do it?

[Rhea]

On went the toppling display of tiles, careening around curves and whipping through straightaways, zipping over and under little bridges, until finally the last domino fell on its side. The passengers withered in their seats and many closed their eyes from fatigue.

[Thelma]

Guess hello. I hope you enjoyed that daring yet exhausting show of precision. We'll meet up with our second set of performers in a minute. Meantime, we've got a truly clarifying upgrade to share with you.

[Rhea]

The moose clapped her hooves together and the floor of the basket now clear of the dominoes and the platform instantly transformed into a glistening translucent surface. Through the glass like floor, passengers look down to see the whole countryside. Far below, the scattered lights of lanterns and window lamps in houses dotted the land.

[Lily Mae]

I can see my house. I think that's my house. That is not your house.

[Rhea]

Lamden said nothing at all. He simply marveled at the sight. From way up in the balloon, everything looked so small. There was a shift in the music, and he heard the shuffling of feet. Guests, said the moose through the speakers.

[Thelma]

I regret having to uproot your attention from the earth below, but our next group of performers has arrived.

[Rhea]

Lamdin reluctantly pulled himself from the wondrous sight through the glimmering glass floor and did a double take. Surrounding the balloon were three round platforms held up by what appeared to be hummingbirds. Lamden murmured, there were hundreds of them, holding up each platform with little strings held tight in their beaks. Their wings flapped so furiously they were nearly invisible. But that wasn't all. On each platform was a red panda, similar in size and appearance to a raccoon. Each tiny panda wore a striking wide brimmed hat that prompted comments like, how.

[Lily Mae]

Do those hats stay on their heads?

[Rhea]

Are there straps we can't see? I say this strains credulity. But that wasn't all either. Each of the red pandas standing on the platforms, carried by hummingbirds, juggled three snaggletoothed lizards.

[Lily Mae]

How did they do it? Where were they trained? I've been looking for a lizard juggling certificate program for my nephew.

[Rhea]

Questions clouded Lamden's mind as the snaggle toothed lizards flipped through the air, whipped around by their tails. It was both adrenaline pumping and melatonin activating. He was torn between wanting to shoot out of his seat to get a better Look. And wanting to sink into it with a snore, he was saved from having to decide by the sound of whistling.

[Lily Mae]

That tooth snaggled lizard, I mean snaggletooth lizard, bit the balloon.

[Rhea]

Screams went up all over the basket. Passengers leapt from their seats to get a glimpse. There, hanging from the balloon's thick fabric by its most snaggly tooth, was a single lizard who'd flown just a little too high. I am fairly alarmed by this.

[Lily Mae]

You know, my sister warned me not to board this balloon. She said, what if a snaggletooth lizard bites a hole in it? I dismissed her. Turns out she was right. Now I'm wondering, what else is she right about?

[Peter]

Uh, guests?

[Rhea]

Hello, said the towering moose, striding into the center of the increasingly chaotic balloon basket.

[Peter]

Isn't this a gripping turn of events? We at the sleep Crew do aim to electrify and then subdue our guests. This is the part where we electrify you.

[Rhea]

Lamden peered up at the balloon, which was beginning to deflate. The snaggletoothed lizard had vanished, as had the rest of the performers, whisked away, no doubt by the sleep crew's legal team. I would like to be subdued now, Thelma.

[Peter]

Oh, Thelma.

[Rhea]

The moose shouted, her eyes tinged with desperation. The bespectacled warthog appeared.

[Lily Mae]

Do not panic.

[Rhea]

Thelma began as passengers panicked all over the place.

[Lily Mae]

We are experiencing a mid air experience.

[Rhea]

The balloon lurched in the sky. All winged passengers ejected themselves, flying to safety. The squirrel beside Lamden stood and stretched out her paws, revealing herself to be a flying squirrel with substantial flaps of fur. Lambden watched with interest as she leapt out of the basket and caught the wind. But everyone else was at the mercy of Thelma.

[Lily Mae]

Locate your personal parachute beneath your seat and put it on like so.

[Rhea]

As the balloon lost air, it spiraled in the sky. The passengers raced to buckle their parachutes to their backs. Lamden latched his own, then swiftly yanked a parachute pack around the goat wearing the wacky pajamas, who was out cold snoring at as the sleep balloon careened towards the countryside. There you go, lambdan said, clicking it into place. He pulled the goat's ripcord and tipped him out of the basket. He watched as the goat's parachute opened, carrying the still sleeping animal upwards in the dark. Passengers leapt one by one out of the balloon. Lamdon checked that his own pack was secure and climbed up onto the basket's rim. He noticed then that the parachutes were all different colors and they seemed lit from within the sky. Was aglow with parachute canopies lilting on the breeze. Here goes nothing. Lambdin jumped and pulled his ripcord at the same time. For a moment he was weightless. Then he heard a rush of wind and felt a tremendous upward force. He glanced down at the withering hot air balloon. The final creature escaped, opening her parachute and drifting up on the wind. It was Thelma. She did not look panicked in the least. It was strange after the chaos of the balloon's mid air event and those wild, frenetic seconds in which the passengers emptied themselves from it, Lamden had imagined he'd be wired, his nerves shot. Instead, as he drifted downward beneath his glowing parachute canopy, he was completely at peace. Lambdan looked down at the land far below, dotted with lights from homes. The air around him was dotted with colorful parachutes. He noticed many of the animals had their eyes closed. Lamden closed his own eyes and somehow, following a final performance of a very unexpected sort, his mind quieted.

[Thelma]

Good morning serious sleepers. I trust you had an unparalleled night's rest after that completely planned, exhilarating, yet serene parachute journey.

[Rhea]

Lamdin opened an eye. Groggily, he sat up and shifted his pillow.

[Thelma]

I come to you with truly earth shattering breaking news regarding the Sleep Train. After a successful Spirit Week, the Sleep crew has decided to extend the celebration. Tonight will be yet another Spirit Spirit Night. We're calling it Twins on a Train. I can almost hear you cheering. Make sure to dress as twins with a fellow passenger.

[Rhea]

Lambdin sighed and shoved his pillow back in place.

[Thelma]

It will truly be a night to remember.

[Rhea]

He got up. It was a Saturday. He'd spend the whole day outside and he would decide which sleep vehicle to board later. So, not bad for no script, eh? Huh? What's that? You're not gonna believe this, but it turns out I was sitting on my story the whole time. Oh, I forgot many details. Like I completely forgot about the shrimp. Oh well, I can toss some shrimp into any old stir fry. I mean story. I hope you enjoyed it even without the shrimp. 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 on the Internet for all of you to enjoy. Thank you to my Little Stories premium subscribers for making it possible for me to keep doing this. Thank you to Lily Mae 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 Micah, Zemi, Maxwell, Marcy, Robbie, May Olivia, Joy, Agnes, Charlotte Owen, Isabel A.B. zelda, Imogen Sienna, William Sage, Felix and Adelaide Lynn. And thank you, as always, for listening in.