Penguin Post CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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Hi, I'm Emilia and this ice is SO slippy.

I'm having to hold on to Percival to keep me on my feet.

Do you know what Percival is?

That's right, he's a penguin.

And I know a story about a little penguin

who lives in a place with lots of ice.

The story's called Penguin Post.

Milo was the youngest in a long line of Penguin Post penguins

but he wasn't going to be the youngest for long.

Mum had laid an egg.

Soon there would be another little penguin in the post office.

Milo wasn't sure how he felt about this.

"When will it hatch?" said Milo.

"Any day now." said Milo's mum.

But the egg still hadn't hatched when Milo's mum had to go

on a food-finding expedition.

Somebody had to sit on the egg.

And that meant that somebody else had to deliver the mail.

"You sit on the egg." said Milo's dad.

"No. I want to deliver the mail." said Milo,

tipping over the bag and grabbing a large parcel.

With a sigh, Milo's dad laid the egg down

and stuffed the mail back into the bag.

Milo read the address on the parcel.

"Brrrrr!"

Milo set off across the ice until he reached the gate of number 11.

He watched as Mrs Major opened her parcel.

It seemed to be full of snow.

"What are these feathers for?" asked Milo,

chasing a handful across the garden.

"I'm going to fill a quilt for baby bear with them."

explained Mrs Major. "How's the egg?"

"Not hatched yet." said Milo.

The next parcel was soft and squishy

and absolutely enormous.

The label read...

"Slippy!"

Slipping and sliding, Milo made his way uphill to Treetops.

Mama Oose was waiting for him.

"At last!" she said.

"Baby Mooseline will be so pleased. How's the egg, by the way?"

"It's still an egg." said Milo, hauling the parcel inside.

Mama Oose cut the string - snip!

Tore the brown wrapping paper - rip!

Lifted the lid on the box - creak!

And took from the tissue paper - scrunch! -

a singing, ringing moose papoose!

When Milo left, Mama Oose was still trying to work out

how to put Mooseline into the papoose.

The next package was quite small and was addressed to...

"Buzzzz."

It was quite a long way to Vanity Hive,

so Milo took the shortcut.

"For me?" squeaked Mrs Tiffle,

ripping open the package as Milo handed it to her.

Out fell a tiny zzzleep suit.

Mrs Tiffle tutted, "It's the wrong colour!"

"Baby Tiffany would look like a hairy razzzberry in thizzz.

"How's the egg?"

Milo sighed,

"It hasn't hatched yet."

The sky was growing dark and Milo wanted to go home.

He peered into his mailbag.

Only two more parcels to deliver.

He pulled out a small box addressed to...

Milo sighed. That was a long way away!

But the mail had to get through.

So he walked across the ice and through the forest

and up the rickety rope ladder

to the lonely place in the sky where Stella Polaris lived.

"Miss Polaris!" he called.

"I have something for you!"

"Thank you, Milo." she said.

"I hope this is what I think it is.

"I've been waiting such a long time."

Stella Polaris opened the box.

Inside was a tiny glass bottle.

"It is!" she cried, un-stoppering the bottle

and sprinkling the contents across the sky.

Milo rubbed his eyes.

In front of him, the darkness was peppered with little lights

as the sky filled with thousands of baby stars.

"Thank you SO much for delivering my babies, Milo."

Stella Polaris said. "What a star you are!

"Make a wish, any wish, and it will come true."

Milo watched Stella Polaris hug her babies tight.

And then something gave a loud CRACK!

Milo peeked inside the mailbag.

The egg!

Suddenly, Milo knew exactly what to wish for.

To be back home with his family

with the egg held safely in his arms.

"Special delivery!" he called.

"For us?" said Milo's dad.

"I love surprises in the post. Let's unwrap it."

"I think it's unwrapping itself." said Milo.

"I'm back!" called Milo's mum, coming over for a hug.

"How's the egg?"

"It's a boy!" said Milo.

"Good heavens!" said Milo's dad,

reading the label on the parcel he'd been trying to hatch all day.

"For a very special big brother."

Now who in the world could that be?

And that story was called Penguin Post.

That was a great surprise!

Now, Percival, I need you to get me back to the other side of the rink.

While I do that, it's time for you to go to bed.

I'll see you soon for another story.

Right, then, Percival. Off we go!

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