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Sleep Tight Stories - Bedtime Stories for Kids
Puddles Meets Stinky The Skunk 🐖🐕🦨 (Farm favourite)
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A short message for Grown Ups the new season of mysteries about true histories is here. Max and Molly are back facing off against the Power hungry Pogs, a group determined to rewrite history. With help from Aunt Em and a few surprise guests, they'll travel from Ancient Egypt to 1875 to stop them, using math, history, and a whole lot of teamwork. Listen now on Apple Podcasts, Spotify, or wherever you get your podcasts. Hello friends. Want to listen without any ads and enjoy even more bedtime stories? Subscribe to SleepType Premium on Apple Podcasts or Supercast. You'll get ad free listening list, bonus stories every week, and personalized shoutouts too. Tap the link in our show notes to join today. Sleep tight, friends. Hello friends, and welcome to sleept Stories. Puddles and Splash are back with a new adventure Things have been quiet on the Hampshire farm and Puddles and Splash like that. After letting the animals out for the day, they get ready to take their walk around the farm and fields before joining farmer Vernon to fix some fences. As they head over to the farmhouse to see what Farmer Vernon left as a treat for Puddles, they find a surprise in the garden. Puddles, meet Stinky the Skunk. The sun just started to peek over the horizon at Hampshire Farm, signaling the start of yet another perfect day. The animals on Farmer Vernon's farm began to wake up. The cows were stretching and mooing, the chickens softly clucking and the pigs snuffling and oinking. Even the spider started to scurry from their corners to try and bask in the rising sun. It was early, but with another sunny day, many of the animals would be excited to get outside and maybe play a game of ball. Why hasn't Chester announced that it's time to wake up and start the day? One of the little piglets oinked. Yeah, maybe I should stand up and tell everyone to get up. Another grunted. I'm sure I could do that job. No one would hear your soft little grunts. A chicken jokingly clucked. Give Chester a chance. There is no way that he will let Splash the dog come in to wake us all up. Before another young farm animal could complain, Chester the old rooster announced the start of the day with a cock a doodle doo. Time to wake up everyone. He clucked loudly. It's going to be another scorcher of a day. I can feel it in my bones. All the animals, young and old, started to line up to get ready to go out the big barn door. It was Splash, the big farm dog's responsibility to open it. And afterwards, he and Puddles, the young and curious pig, would tend to their daily chores. With a creak and a squeak, the barn door swung wide, bringing with it the fresh smells of morning dew. Covered grass, blooming wildflowers, the earthy smell of damp soil and the faint sweet aroma of hay from the nearby field filled the barn, mixing with the comforting, familiar smells of the animals inside. Just smell the morning, one of the old cows mooed. One of my favorite smells, another replied. I smell something stinky, a piglet oinked. Yeah, me too, and I think it's you, a chicken clucked with a laugh. All right, you all know the drill. Big animals out first. We don't need any cows making pancakes out of the smaller animals, barked Splash. They can't flatten me, clucked one of the chickens, flapping her wings and trying to dart ahead of the cows. I'm a bird. I can just fly over them. Hold your horses, Chester, the rooster crowed from his perch on a bale of hay. You fly about as well as a cow in a tutu. The chicken, a bit deflated, shot back. Clearly you've never heard about the chicken who crossed the road to avoid the cows. She flew. As the chickens and pigs waited, the cows leaped and bolted out the barn door like they were on a mission to catch the last slice of pie. They made a beeline for their favorite big blue ball on the field next, the chickens flapped out, followed by the pigs, with Puddles, Splash's helper, leading the way. The chickens clustered near the barn, eagerly pecking at the seeds Farmer Vernon had scattered. At the same time, the pigs gathered around the water trough, slurping noisily. The cows were already at the far end of the nearby field, enthusiastically playing their own wacky version of football. Most of the animals are out of the barn, Splash, puddles told the big farm dog. What are we doing today? Though Puddles was just a small piglet, he was so smart and capable that he proved invaluable to both Splash and Farmer Vernon. Well, let's first take a walk around the farm and make sure everything is on the up and up. I smelled a scent this morning that hasn't crossed my nose in a while, and a walk might also do us some good later. I think we may need to help Farmer Vernon repair some of the back fences. It's going to be a hot day today, so make sure you are drinking lots of water. Sounds perfect, Puddles, always the optimist, said as they started their Patrol. They usually first walked around the nearby buildings and then followed along the trails that ringed the first few fields. Let's walk by the farmhouse. Before we walk the fields, Farmer Vernon may have left you a morning treat and we can check out the new flower and vegetable garden that Mrs. Vernon planted just last week. Splash said as he led Puddles towards the house. Farmer Vernon left me a treat. Puddles said as a great big smile formed on his snout. Don't let it go to your head, I said. He shouldn't spoil you, but he has taken a liking to you and well, he makes the rules. Puddles trotted eagerly beside Splash, his little tail wiggling with excitement. I can't wait to see what Farmer Vernon left for me today. Do you think it's apples? I love apples, but I also love fresh turnips and parsnips. They taste nice too. Splash chuckled, his tail wagging in sync with Puddles enthusiasm. We'll find out soon enough. But we should take a peek at Mrs. Vernon's garden first. I smell something stinky. As they rounded the corner of the farmhouse they stopped in their tracks. The garden looked like it had hosted an overnight dance party for dirt lovers. Flowers were uprooted, vegetables were scattered and mysterious little holes were everywhere. Oh no. Puddles exclaimed, his eyes wide. What happened here? It looks like the cows played football in the garden. Except. But they would never do that. Splash sniffed the air, his nose twitching. Something smells fishy and not in a good way. It smells like trouble. Puddles wiggled his snout towards a particularly large hole. Do you think it was the rabbits having a midnight snack? Or maybe the moles threw a garden party and forgot to clean up. It's not the raccoons or foxes is it? They promise not to cause problems on the farm anymore. Splash shook his head, still sniffing. Nope. This is different. I've got a sneaky suspicion. Let's follow our noses and see where this trail leads. Puddles leaned in closer to a half chewed tomato plant. Whoever did this has terrible table manners. Splash nodded. And a powerful perfume. Let's keep our eyes and ears open Puddles. We're on the case. Together they set off ready to uncover the mystery of the garden raider with Puddles hoping he'd still get his morning treat after solving the case. As they followed the trail of overturned plants and half chewed vegetables, Splash's nose led them towards the garden's edge where a small hole under the fence suggested an intruder. I've got a feeling it was a skunk, Puddles. Splash said, sniffing the air again. They mostly come out at night, but this one must not have learned the rules yet. Skunks usually eat insects, fruits, berries, and occasionally vegetation, making nighttime the perfect time to dig around gardens and lawns in search of food. This skunk does not yet understand that we don't do so much damage and only take what we need. Puddles looked around nervously. A skunk? Oh, no. Splash. What if he sprays us? Splash chuckled. Don't worry, Puddles. We'll approach him carefully. Let's find where he's hiding and have a little chat. They followed the trail to a thicket near the barn, where Splash's nose led them to a burrow hidden among the roots of an old tree. Puddles peered into the dark hole, his snout twitching. Do you think he's in there? Puddles whispered, his eyes wide. Splash sniffed the entrance and shook his head. I don't smell anything fresh. It looks like we missed him, but he can't be too far. Let's keep searching. As they continued their search, they they checked under the porch, behind the tool shed, and even in the hay loft, but there was no sign of a skunk. Puddles sighed. This skunk is really good at hiding. Do you think we'll ever find him? Splash nodded confidently. We will, Puddles. We just need to be patient. Skunks usually come out at night. We can stand guard tonight and see if we can catch him then. Puddles perked up at the idea. I get to stay up late. That sounds exciting. But what about my treat? Do you think it's still there? Splash sighed. You certainly love your treats, but I suppose you will need your energy for later. Let's go check. After eating his treat, a juicy red apple which he shared with Splash, they continued their patrol and then spent the afternoon helping Farmer Vernon fix the fence in one of the back fields. That night, Puddles and Splash met again after dinner at the farmhouse. Are you sure you are up to waiting for the skunk? It might be late before he makes his way over here again. And we still need to be up early in the morning, Splash said to Puddles. I'm ready and could stay up all night if I had to. Puddles was excited about staying up late for the first time. All right, then, why don't you take the first watch and then I will take the second. Now remember, don't get upset at the skunk or scare it. The consequences might be rather smelly, splash said, trying to urge Puddles to be cautious. Puddles nodded, his eyes wide with determination. Got it, Splash I'll be careful. The sun set and the farm grew quiet. Puddles took his position near the garden, ears perked and eyes scanning the darkness. Time seemed to crawl by, and when Puddles started to feel sleepy, he heard a faint rustling in the bushes. He perked up and saw a small black and white figure emerge. Hey, who's there? Puddles called out softly, trying not to scare the visitor. The figure stopped and turned towards him. Its mean me, Stinky. What do you want? Puddles took a deep breath and stepped forward. Hi, Stinky. Nice to meet you. My name is Puddles, and with Splash, I help look after Farmer Vernon's farm. We need to talk. You've been causing a lot of trouble in Mrs. Vernon's garden. You can't dig up all the flowers and vegetables like that. Stinky bristled. I was hungry. What's a skunk supposed to do? Puddles tried to stay calm. We get that you're hungry, but there are rules on the farm. We all share and take only what we need. That way there's enough for everyone and we don't make a mess. Mrs. Vernon worked hard on this garden, and now it's in terrible shape. Stinky sniffed and looked away. I didn't mean to cause problems. I just didn't know where else to find food. Puddles softened. I understand, but if you ruin the garden, there won't be any food left for anyone, including you. We can help you find places to forage without causing damage. Stinky's tail drooped. I guess I didn't think about it that way. Puddles nodded. We must all work together and respect each other's spaces. We take only what we need, but we don't waste or destroy. It makes the farm a happy place for everyone. Stinky looked up, his eyes a little less defensive. I didn't mean any harm. I'll be more careful from now on, I promise. Puddles smiled. Thanks, Stinky. We appreciate it. And if you ever need help finding food, just ask. We're all part of the same farm family. Just then, Splash appeared, having heard the conversation from his hiding spot. Well, said Puddles and Stinky, we're glad to have you around, but we all need to follow the rules. Stinky nodded, a small smile creeping onto his face. Thanks, Splash. I'll do my best. As Stinky waddled off to the far field where Splash had told him there were plenty of juicy grubs to dig up, Puddles let out a huge, giggly yawn. I'm glad we were able to solve this problem. So that everyone is happy and there were no smelly disasters. But boy, I think I really need to hit the hay. Goodnight, Splash. Splash chuckled. Good night, Puddles. And that is the end of the story. Good night. Sleep tight, Sa.