A New Home for Little Fox CBeebies Bedtime Stories

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CBeebies Bedtime Story.

So a badger lives in a set.

A rabbit lives in a warren.

Where does a fox live?

Oh, hello. I'm Toby.

In tonight's bedtime story, Little Fox is looking for a new home

and it's called A New Home For Little Fox,

by Janet Bingham and Rosalind Beardshaw.

Little Fox was making music.

"La, la, la," he sang.

"Shhh," said Daddy Fox. "Listen."

Little Fox stopped singing.

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-..Sang the trees, sweetly.

"What's that?" asked Little Fox. "Is the tree making music too?"

"It's Mrs Finch," replied Daddy Fox.

"She's singing her nest-building song."

"Can I see?" asked Little Fox.

Daddy Fox lifted him up, higher and higher,

until he could see the little twiggy nest.

-Just then, a nut landed...

-CLICKS TONGUE

..on Little Fox's head.

"Whoops," chuckled Daddy Fox.

"That's the trouble with trees, things drop out of them."

"It's Squirrel," said Little Fox. "Is she building a nest too?"

"She's spring cleaning," said Daddy Fox.

"Everyone starts thinking about their nests and dens in the spring.

"They make new ones or tidy up their old ones."

"We can make a new home too," said Little Fox.

"Let's build a nest high up in the tree."

"Trees are too high," smiled Daddy Fox.

"They wobble and sway. We might fall out of them like nuts."

"I don't want to fall like a nut, but it's fun to roll like one,"

giggles Little Fox, and away they tumbled, straight into a bush.

"Oh!" groaned Daddy Fox. "I'm seeing stars."

"They're not stars, they're butterflies," laughed Little Fox.

"Let's make our new home here, in the butterfly flowers."

He leaned over to smell the blossom and yelped, "Ouch! Prickles!"

Daddy Fox hugged him.

"It wouldn't be very comfortable to live here," he said.

Little Fox scampered ahead. "Daddy, I found a mouse's house,"

he whispered. "Perhaps we could live down here."

"We're too big and noisy," Daddy Fox whispered back.

"We'd spoil mouse's hideaway." But Little Fox wasn't listening.

A dragonfly skimmed past his nose and he was off,

chasing and racing over the soft grass.

Daddy Fox caught up with him at the stream.

"This is where fish live," said Daddy Fox.

Little Fox dabbled at the water.

"I'm glad I don't live in here," he said.

"It's wet, cold and runny." "Like your nose," teased Daddy Fox.

Little Fox splashed him. "Like your nose," he giggled.

All of a sudden, a dome of crumbly earth popped up

with a little pink nose poking out of the top.

"What is it?" asked Little Fox. "It's Mr Mole," said Daddy Fox.

"He's tiding his tunnels."

Mr Mole's nose disappeared back into the molehill.

"I wouldn't want to live down there," said Little Fox.

"It's too dark for me," and off he ran to the meadow.

"Look," said Daddy Fox. "Rabbit holes and lots of rabbits."

"One, two, three," counted Little Fox. "I can see ten."

"It must be very crowded in their house," said Daddy Fox.

"Come on, it's time to go," and they raced away towards home.

Little Fox peered into their den.

"Our home might get crowded too," he frowned. "It looks very small."

"That's because you've grown so big," laughed Daddy Fox.

"It's time for us to move to a new home now,"

and that's just what they did.

They dug and dug all afternoon, until at last they were finished.

"I'm glad our new home isn't high up in a tree or in a prickly bush,"

said Little Fox. "Or in a cold, wet stream, or a mouse's house,

"or a dark molehill."

"Or in a busy rabbit warren," smiled Daddy Fox.

That night, Little Fox peeped out of their newly dug den.

"This home is just right," he sighed happily.

"Yes," agreed Daddy Fox, hugging him close.

"It's the best home of all, for me and my own little fox."

So, a fox lives in a cosy den.

It's now time for you to go to sleep.

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

So a bird must live in a nest.

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