Eliza and the Moonchild CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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If I put this one in here,

how does that look?

Oh! Hello. I'm Annette.

I was just arranging these lovely purple and yellow flowers.

I like these colours together. What do you think?

There are lots of colours and beautiful flowers

in tonight's bedtime story.

It's by Emma Chichester Clark and it's called Eliza And The Moonchild.

As the moon shone and the sky grew black

and Mrs Moon turned on more lights

the Moonchild gazed through his telescope

"What's that?" he asked.

"That's Earth," said his mother.

"I want to go there," said the Moonchild.

"Everything here is white, white, white. I want colours!" he cried.

"Don't be such a wild Moonchild," said Mrs Moon.

That night, the Moonchild slipped out of his bright, white room

and jumped into his Moonzoom.

He zoomed through the universe, straight down to Earth.

The Moonchild looked around.

"Well, this isn't right. Where's the colour?" he cried.

It was shadowy and dark. There were rustlings and rumblings.

"I'm not scared!" he shouted.

"I'm a wild Moonchild!"

"Sssshhh."

"Who's there?" whispered the Moonchild.

"Me. Eliza," said a little girl.

"Why's it so dark?" cried the Moonchild.

"Where are the colours?"

"Sshhh," said Eliza.

"Everyone's sleeping. There will be colours, just wait till morning."

So the Moonchild and the little girl waited until morning.

As the yellow sun rose, the Moonchild looked around.

"Oh!" gasped the Moonchild.

"I want one of those."

"Just a minute," said Eliza.

"We can paint one of those."

She dipped her brush in some yellow paint

and painted a yellow, glowing sun.

"Do you like that?" asked Eliza.

"I love that," said the Moonchild.

As the yellow sun rose and the sky turned blue,

the Moonchild looked around.

"I like that," said the Moonchild. "Can I have that?"

"Oh, lots of that," said Eliza,

as she dipped her brush in the blue paint and painted a big blue sky.

"What do you think?" asked Eliza.

"Do you like that?"

"I love that!" said the Moonchild.

As the yellow sun rose and the sky turned blue,

the Moonchild looked around.

"Wow! We need some of those!"

"I'll put them just here," said Eliza.

She dipped her brush in the red paint

and painted some beautiful, red flowers.

"OK?" she asked.

"Really good," said the Moonchild.

As the yellow sun rose and the sky turned blue,

the Moonchild looked around.

"I wish I could have one of those," he said.

"We'll put one in here," said Eliza.

She dipped her brush in the green paint

and painted a green, rustling tree.

"There," she said. "Do you like that?"

"I love that!" said the Moonchild.

As the yellow sun rose and the sky turned blue,

the Moonchild looked around.

"Look at those!" he cried.

"Can you paint some of those?"

"I'll try," said Eliza.

She dipped her brush in the purple paint

and painted five fluttering butterflies in the tree.

"You like them?" asked Eliza.

"I love them," said the Moonchild.

As the yellow sun rose and the sky turned blue,

suddenly the wind blew and Eliza shivered.

She ran to get her dressing gown.

"I wish I could have you in the picture," said the Moonchild.

Eliza smiled as she dipped her brush in the orange paint

and painted a little girl

sitting by the green, rustling tree.

"Is that OK? Do you like me?" asked the little girl.

"I love you," said the Moonchild.

"Eliza!" called the little girl's mother.

"Come and have your breakfast."

"I've got to go," said the little girl.

"But I've got a present for you." She gave the Moonchild her paintbox.

"Goodbye," she said. "Come back soon."

"I will," said the Moonchild. "Goodbye."

That night, as the moon shone and the sky grew dark

and Eliza's mother turned on more lights,

Eliza gazed out at the sky.

"Today, I met a wild Moonchild," she whispered.

"I wonder what he's doing now."

In his bright, white room,

the Moonchild and his mother were looking at the picture.

"It's lovely," said Mrs Moon.

"We can do more," said the Moonchild. He showed her the paints.

"Let's do lots!" said Mrs Moon.

"Let's cover the walls."

All night long, as the moon shone,

Mrs Moon and the Moonchild painted dazzling pictures.

"You see?" said the Moonchild. "All these colours are on Earth."

"It's amazing!" said Mrs Moon.

"I had no idea."

"You can come next time," said the Moonchild.

"I'd love to," said Mrs Moon.

And that story was called Eliza And The Moonchild.

And Mrs Moon has turned on the lights,

which means the moon is shining in the sky now.

And so it's time for you to go to bed.

And I'll see you soon for another story. Night, night.

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