Zog CBeebies Bedtime Stories

So, you've got a tail.

Wings, of course.

Scaly skin. And...

Hello, I'm Sanjeev.

This dragon is letting me have a very close look at him.

Look, he's got scaly skin, pointy claws, two little wings.

I'm not sure how far he could fly with these wings!

Are all dragons the same colour?

Maybe the dragon in tonight's story could tell us.

He's called Zog

and the story is by Julia Donaldson and Axel Scheffler.

Madam Dragon ran a school, many moons ago.

She taught young dragons all the things that dragons need to know.

Zog, the biggest dragon, was the keenest one by far.

He tried his hardest every day to win a golden star.

All the dragons in Year One were learning how to fly.

"High," said Madam Dragon, "way up in the sky."

"Now that you've been shown, you can practise on your own."

"You'll all be expert flyers by the time you're fully grown."

Zog went off to practise.

Flying fast and free, he soared and swooped and looped the loop

and then crashed into the tree!

Just then, a little girl came by. "Oh, please don't cry," she said.

"Perhaps you'd like a nice, sticky plaster for your head."

"What a good idea!" said Zog.

Then, up and off he flew.

His plaster gleaming pinkily as he zigzagged through the blue.

A year went by, and in Year Two, the dragons learned to roar.

"More!" said Madam Dragon. "Louder, I implore."

"Now that you've been shown, you can practise on your own."

"You'll be champion roarers by the time you're fully grown."

Zog went off to practise. He roared with fearsome force.

He kept it up for hours on end but then his throat grew hoarse!

Just then, the girl came by again.

She said, "What rotten luck!"

"Perhaps you'd like a nice, soothing peppermint to suck."

"What a good idea!" said Zog.

Then, up and off he flew.

And breathing fumes of peppermint, he zigzagged through the blue.

A year went by, and in Year Three, the dragons learned to blow.

"No!" said Madam Dragon. "Breathe out fire not snow!"

"Now that you've been shown, you can practise on your own!

"You'll all be breathing bonfires by the time you're fully grown."

Zog went off to practise.

He blew with all his might.

He twirled around in triumph and his wing tip caught alight!

Just then, the girl came by again.

She said, "You poor old thing."

"Perhaps you'd like a nice, stretchy bandage for your wing."

"What a good idea!" said Zog.

Then, up and off he flew.

His bandage flapping wildly as he zigzagged through the blue.

All the Year Four dragons were learning... Can you guess?

"Yes!" said Madam Dragon. "How to capture a princess."

"Now that you've been shown, you can practise on your own."

"You'll need to capture hundreds by the time you're fully grown."

Zog went off to practise.

He tried and tried and tried, but he simply couldn't manage.

"I'm no good at this," he cried.

"I'll never win a golden star."

Just then, he saw the girl.

"Perhaps," she said, "you'd like to capture me."

"I'm Princess Pearl."

"What a good idea!" said Zog.

Then, up and off they flew.

The princess gripping tightly as they zigzagged through the blue.

"Ah!" said Madam Dragon, "Our first princess so far."

"Congratulations, Zog. My dear, you've won a golden star."

Zog was proud and happy and Pearl felt good as well.

She took the dragons' temperatures and nursed them when they fell.

A year went by, and in Year Five, the dragons learned to fight.

"Right!" said Madam Dragon. "Here comes a real live knight!"

Up spoke the knight.

"My name," he said, "is Gadabout the Great."

"I've come to rescue Princess Pearl. I hope I'm not too late."

Zog breathed fire and beat his wings.

"You can't! She's mine!" he roared.

"Oh, no, she's not," yelled Gadabout and waved his trusty sword.

The other dragons crowded round and watched them all agog.

Who was going to win the fight?

Sir Gadabout or Zog?

Then Princess Pearl stepped forward crying, "Stop, you silly chumps!"

"The world's already far too full of cuts and burns and bumps."

"Don't rescue me. I won't go back to being a princess

"and prancing around the palace in a silly, frilly dress."

"I want to be a doctor and travel here and there."

"Listening to people's chests and giving them my care."

"Me too!" exclaimed the knight and took his helmet off his head.

"I'd rather wear a nice, twisty stethoscope," he said.

"Perhaps, Princess, you'll train me up?"

Pearl replied, "Of course!"

"But I don't see how the two of us could fit upon your horse?"

Then Zog said, "Flying Doctors, I'd love to join the crew."

"If you let me be your ambulance, I can carry you."

"Bravo!" said Madam Dragon. "An excellent career."

And all the Year Five dragons gave a loud, resounding cheer.

Then Madam Dragon told the horse, "I really hope you'll stay."

"I'll let you be my pupils' pet and feed you lots of hay."

"What a good idea!" said Zog.

Then, up and off he flew.

The Flying Doctors waving as they zigzagged through the blue.

That story was called Zog.

So there really are lots of different colours of dragons.

These wings are very strong.

So strong, they can carry two people! Wow!

It's time for you to zigzag and fly off to bed.

I'll see you soon for another story. Good night.

Now, I think you deserve a gold star for telling me all about dragons.

And there's one for you there. Well done!

There you go, you can hold onto that.

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