Iris and Isaac CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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Ahh. That's nice and cosy.

Hello, I'm Kimberley.

I've just made myself a warm drink, cos it's very cold today.

In fact, it feels so cold, I think it could snow.

That reminds me of a snowy story with two snowy white polar bears.

They're called Iris and Isaac. The story's by Catherine Rayner.

Iris and Isaac were not friends any more.

Iris had made a snow nest, but it was too small for them both.

Isaac had tried to wriggle and nudge and shove his big bottom in.

Iris had wiggled and nudged and shoved his big bottom back out.

In, out, wriggle, shove, until...

..they had squashed the nest flat.

Iris stomped away in a big bear huff,

so Isaac stomped away in a... not quite so big bear huff, too.

Iris was tramping grumpily across the smooth snow,

when she saw a flock of eiders soaring high in the sky.

"Look! It's the ducks," she gasped.

But Isaac was not there to see them.

Isaac was stomping along when he spotted two Arctic foxes

playing together on the sparkly ice.

"That looks like fun," he thought,

and sighed and stomped off once more.

Iris was trudging slowly when she found a huge, echoey ice cave.

"Oh, wow! Isaac would love this," she thought.

"If only he was here."

Isaac was plodding sadly

and he saw the Northern Lights flicker and swirl.

"Iris adores the Lights," he thought to himself.

"I wish she was here to see them, too."

Then, as he wandered further,

Isaac saw the most wonderful thing of all.

It was Iris!

Iris and Isaac were happy once more.

They gently shuffled and nudged and patted and shaped,

until they had made the perfect snow nest to curl up inside...together.

Did you enjoy that story about Iris and Isaac?

Well, why don't I tell it to you again? So, how did it start...?

Iris and Isaac were not friends any more.

Iris had made a snow nest, but it was too small for them both.

Isaac had tried to wriggle and nudge and shove his big bottom in.

Iris had wiggled and nudged and shoved his big bottom back out.

In, out, wriggle, shove, until...

..they had squashed the nest flat.

Iris stomped away in a big bear huff,

so Isaac stomped away in a... not quite so big bear huff, too.

Iris was tramping grumpily across the smooth snow,

when she saw a flock of eiders soaring high in the sky.

"Look! It's the ducks," she gasped.

But Isaac was not there to see them.

Isaac was stomping along when he spotted two Arctic foxes

playing together on the sparkly ice.

"That looks like fun," he thought,

and sighed and stomped off once more.

Iris was trudging slowly when she found a huge, echoey ice cave.

"Oh, wow! Isaac would love this," she thought.

"If only he was here."

Isaac was plodding sadly

and he saw the Northern Lights flicker and swirl.

"Iris adores the Lights," he thought to himself.

"I wish she was here to see them, too."

Then, as he wandered further,

Isaac saw the most wonderful thing of all.

It was Iris!

Iris and Isaac were happy once more.

They gently shuffled and nudged and patted and shaped,

until they had made the perfect snow nest to curl up inside...together.

That story was called Iris and Isaac.

I'll just get warm here beside the polar bear with my cosy cuppa,

while you get ready to curl up nice and cosy in bed.

I'll see you soon for another story. Sleep tight. Night-night.